The Worker Poem by Phil Charters

Nemises
out there, somewhere
a media shrouds
faceless

deceitful words
by ears captured
invading mind
descending

upon a feeble heart
blackend
my body
to enslave
outcast,

spirit stomped on
homeless
upon the fickle breeze
self bent to your will
swaying

like a tree in a
violent wind
I shall fall
you shall fall

for I am what
you would remove
the beginning.
my life given
unto your wealth
yet my existence
you despise

I support you
nemises
Capitalist
I am your captive slave
doomed to your toil

you cultural, social
vandal

till I lay at rest
in an everlasting grave
I am or was
the worker.