Drawers

Rolls upon rolls of vertical drawers,
Where men try to climb.
The submit of the colony,
To claim rights divine.
Strolling along sand filled streets,
till chance do they meet.
Swirling their stick like hands in motion for food,
The right to mate and land.
In Coloured match boxes they scurried forward.
Thru life to death,
The soulless march.
Painted faces, forgotten names.
Just a number, a statistics.... what a shame.
On and on the ferris wheel turns.
Light, images and sound into the mind they burn.
Steeping forward thru the window.
onto the hands of time.
who will forget you and continue to chime.
A forgotten name.......
they all sigh.