Bread, Politics and Toil
Workaday toiler circles endlessly
In perpetual diligence till night descends
His world determined in political arenas
Slight of speech, spinning discord and toxic ambrosias
Promises lost to hard fought revolution
Bleak skeletons hoeing scraps of dignity
Under laughing eyes of greed’s compensation
Greeting perpetuities golden mourning orb
(clarice) 09/02/2014
July 29, 2015 at 6:26 pm |
Honest and truthful words. I liked them.