The Law Of Labor Poem by borgjie distura

Many people are drawn
Into ruthless labor form
To gain and enjoy
At the cost of oi poloi.

What is to be inhuman
As long as they can.
To profit for enjoyment
Is their only commitment.

Even ordained minister
Inclines and watches over
On how to profit mercilessly
Onto their flocks'.

What is their vow - poverty?
What the hell, speak not to me!
Where’s that collection go?
Aren’t you afraid of people’s woe?

Well, I won’t be amazed
Never be astonished.
You wear that calloused heart
Never ever will you impart.

What is the essential aspect
Of labor that we expect?
It must only be carried out
Liberty of spirit-it’s all about.

Labor is the source of service
And of sustenance ‘tis.
Earn your living
Look at the poor needing.