Bones And Hack Poem by Friday Dejavu

Gone are days of shovel and hoes,
Where food was harvested from holes.
This are days of butter and bread,
Internet and bundles gives daily bread.

Gone are days of toil and sweat,
Our fathers would plant and have to wait.
This are days of laziness and sleep,
Where your money grow while you sleep.

Gone are days of buy and sell,
Where trust was crown on a thumb of seal.
This are days of schemes and lies,
Where living is made with few sweet lies.

Gone are days we value morals,
Hard work was all the tool we have,
This are days of laziness and foolishness,
Where wealth is built exploiting others.

I see a broken future of bones and hack,
Days were few will manipulate the rest.
Sow your seed while the day is young,
For suicide will be the relief of youths.

Today i cycle money around my friends
Deep inside i know this will end.
Who will talk to this helpless generation
Slavery is back but yet we strife.