Friday, April 1, 2022

Customer service

A frigid bed with a rotted sheet to keep the children near.
Where is the safety of warmth and of places without fear?
Suffer. Wrap yourself in a cloak of poverty, seen by all so clear
How does the cloudy path ahead of you appear?
You are just a disposable and easily forgotten gear.
This is the uniform of the drear.
Grinded and pounded. Punishment so severe.
Your pay cheque is but a salted tear.
Led by force at the tip of a spear.
Behind your smile is a sneer
Politeness so fiery, insincere.
Still, you persevere.