Counter-cyclic Freedom (a poem)

The world travels east
and I ride west
time and space blessed
health just cycles

High up in the air
sunset glows so fair
moments spirit shares
end world shackles

Cyborg motors rust
lives turn quick to dust
governments go bust
howling like jackals

Somethings never said
rest now with the dead
machines half what’s bled
worth wind chuckles.