Wages are shit,
They expect us to take each hit.
We can't afford to live,
We fight in a 9/5,
We fight for our rights,
We take their hits,
We let them drain us.
They complain about our laziness,
When we've lost our likeness.
We work to death,
To barely make it by,
As they watch us die.
Time ticks down,
As we drown.
Future bleak.
I feel meek.
I should just give up...
Put the white flag up...
Life hasn't even begun,
Yet why do I feel numb?
I'm concerned,
Yet it's overturned.
I won't make it...
So I'll just think...
Happy thoughts,
Look at the flower,
As we lose our power.
YOU ARE READING
Blue is yellow
PoetryMy brain keeps poeming so I write poem. Many poems. Just pick a topic and I might make a poem about it.