Work Without Pay [mizz.Copper] Poem by JOE POEWHIT

Work Without Pay [mizz.Copper]



Hammer closed the sale that day.
Your sweat man-profit of ways.
Work in the field, sun is hot.
Water boy, fast or maybe not.
Master wants more work today.
You have no real say.
What is the time of morn.
Sun down-fullmoon- work long.
Cant ever stop this pace.
Thought I was part of the human race.
More ships are comming ashore.
Work without pay-open door.
Man has found many ways.
Pet dogs and bones of may.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chuck Petz 04 November 2008

This is good stuff Joe! Especially for us here at the bottom.

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Rinzu Susan Rajan 01 October 2008

ya this sick trend of having to work like an ox... its sick to work but essntial...and work for peanuts... what an insight into thsi modern world's pressurising life.... :)

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Kholekile Monakali 26 September 2008

nice poem man...its very poignant.

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Christopher Leone 30 May 2008

very nice...

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Anne-Marie Kennedy 22 May 2008

Another heartwrenching description of utter dehumanization and demoralization, as I read it. I am glad you are putting words to these feelings and experiences; you will no doubt help many people through your own story and poetry. Keep writing! !

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