by Not Available
Published on: Jan 18, 2006
Topic:
Type: Poetry

Forget about money for a moment,
And focus on the person
In blue,
Blackened by society.
The worker.

The ailment?
The propaganda fed to everyone
That truth
Exists only in one’s propinquity
To torture.

Complain?
No.
You do not refuse.
You take, silently.
You endure.

For what?
A chance to raise your chin
When you pass your youth --
With dignity.
Working to become more than a worker.

The payment?
Experience and more
Work for you.
But, blinded by your duty
You miss the truth --
Working for a society
Not working for you.

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