Beep, beep. beep! !
The early morning sounds we dread
Like a slave master whipping me
I am awoken and forced to rise
Thrust into a world I do not choose
I begin my march like a mindless drone
Enclosed in a metal cocoon
I travel with the many
As we embark on our journey
Into the realm of captivity
Robbed of freedom and of the choice of free will
Locked in the catacombs of the master's devise
We labour for the benefit of the faceless few
Only to finish the day and go back to where it all began
To live through it again and again! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem