Shedding the load

I refuse to be of those eager to talk But quiver to the system when have to press action For the fridge to remain cold needs power Not of those in charge but of shocking energy The promise to keep the lights on slowly dimmed As the on and off confused the freshness of the flesh That was discarded in the freezing cold, necessary good Or the rush to cleanse the body with icing water, if there The powdered mist and rivers of cold breeze beckoned at dawn Covering us from the warming rays of the son of the sky For winter has come in the happy days of May To clothe ourselves with sheep's wool fuels our hate of this void The darkness that blinds our struggles for the needs of human Now we work in the mines to find the key with a dot of flame On a tall tower of London that drips it's remains to the ground The Big Ben chimes not for it cannot see the time Only the cock crows knowingly at the crack of the sky