A worker who maketh software - she
sells her brains for a wage daily
A worker who maketh software - he
sells his brains for a wage daily
Highly learned and blessed with
fortune to draw six figure wages
Lap-top hanging on shoulder - a
white earphone in the ear canal
hooked to the latest cell telephone - a
touch screen tablet ready at hand
Compelled to buy new electronics
whenever gadgets do reach market
Knows not the heat of scorching sun - for
cool air blows through the office AC
Knows not the poverty in his land - the
work place simply shimmers and shines
When word comes from high up about lay-offs
it sweats amid cold to count days left
Feet are rooted in native soil - but
the mind is seated well in the West
Life goes on on a daily wage - but
the mindset is that of a capitalist
Walks on ground while thought's sky high
Life goes on in unsure myths
Workers in tea plantations - they
have unions to demand justice
Garment factory workers too - have
in unity demanded all their rights
Like dogs do plead software toilers
stretched out at HR manager's feet
You too toil as an employee - this
truth you learn and come together
Think who steals and soaks up all - your
hard toil deprived of leisure
Do come forth and smash and change
the system that plunders you and me
A worker who maketh software - now
a comrade of the toiling folk
A worker who maketh software - now
if mind is made up, a militant too
Come forth let us join in fight
to make a new world, new justice
Very well done, Muralitharan. Thanks for sharing
Thanks