The Working Man
All day the
Sun is shining
Like an old
man working the midday shift
Each day the
man continues his dull work with
The setting of
the sun signifying
Yet another
banal day
Aeons of
time has passed
But he is
still indentured for another eternity
What callous
man would do such an act?
Who can live
with such atrocities?
This is our
future
This is the
utopian world promised to us
By our
ancestors
This is the World
we all live in
The Hell
that we all call home
A place
where one man’s happiness
Comes at the
cost of another's
A community
where malevolence is cherished
Heroes
condemned.
