The Worker Poem by Joan Marques
The Worker
Vacillating mind
Infinitely disturbed spirit
Subjugated by continual exposure
To the pretense
That is human nature
Drudging about the apprenticeship
To be distinguished
From manipulation,
And obsessive manifestation
Of childish retaliation
Wondering if spirituality
Will ever be
Or if 'utopia' is its real name
Covered by the trench of shame
Called 'Everyday Reality'...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/24/2024 4:35:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
