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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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.... :)
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! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is good stuff Joe! Especially for us here at the bottom.