The cry of your servants

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Oh people! Oh people!
Why are you so cruel?
We are facing a pandemic.
It's becoming out of hand.
But why did u still think about gold?
Instead of the safety of your slaves.
Are you out of your mind?
Are you not guilty?
Of the possibility that Your servants might get?
They may die at any moment
Because you force them
To stay expose
And dig a gold
On Your behalf.
Without even giving an extra
Compensation nor an assurance
That their risk-taking
Will be paid off fairly.
OH FAIRLY?
Do you even know that word?
You seem to have millions of vocabularies
But the words that infers empathy
To those under you seems unwritten
In your expensive dictionary.
We also had mouths to feed
Body to clothed.
Do you really have to pin us down?
And yet you have the temerity
To claim your wealth
The fruit of our sweat.
Shame on you!
Claiming for something
That even a drop of your sweat is never expend.
How come guilt never swallowed you up?
Maybe you swallowed them
Before they had the chance to chew you.
Well done, well – played
Your pawns are contract bounded
To serve you YOUR HIGHNESS.
May you have the longest life
The word could offer
So that our labor will never
Become a waste.

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