May The First Poem by John Sensele

May the first is christened labour day
For on this auspicious day the proletariat
Tired of fattening Fat Albert's wallet for meagre pay
Gather in droves to challenge the creed of the capitalist's secretariat.

May day awakens consciences of labour
Demeaned by multinationals who siphon and spirit profits to tax
Havens and evade paying their fair share of tax in their sombre
Pockets that care for no one but the dismissal ax.

May day cries tears of despair at the feet of mean firms
Which distort the global economy and outsource jobs
From Uncle Sam and stash abnormal profits in their urns
In collusion with Bretton Wood behemoths to steal from famine stricken urchins corn cobs.

The exploitation and extortion of labour by capital
Indicts humankind who devise subterfuges
To expropriate tiny peanuts thrown out to emaciated labourers through digital
Payrolls alongside rancid egg-rolls by means of hunger centrifuges.