The Cogs Of Slave Labor Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The man still is turning the cogs.
No matter the reason or season.
If he wasn't there it would all fall apart.
Stop moving.
A dead haunting silence.
But most don't even see him.
They know not his name.
Hes far from being famous.
But without them in the world we would be lost.
And yet all we think about at all times are costs.
Profit margins jacked to sky.
Yet in the setting slave labor this man must find a way to survive.
With very little education he has no other opportunity, choices, or recourse.
So we need at the very least give him the respect earned for doing what you wouldn't or couldn't do.
Pay him descent wage, in this day and age.
No matter the borders of the country within.
Don't make him overworked and overburden.
Keep him safe as he always should be.
For his life is already being given to your cause in many ways.
And realize if all the laborers in the world went on strike at the same time a lot of people would die.