The ballad of the working slaves plays out day and night. You can see it and hear it, but you can’t stop it.
The ballad of the working slaves is ruled by greed and demand, you can feel it.
People in offices all over the country, kitchens, warehouses, shops, building sites and schools all over the world
Every where
There are people waiting on their wage…
Waiting on the clock to strike the minute that will set them free.
This ballad is dull and oppressing. It ties us down with invisible chains.
Chains which lock away our freedom and deaden our imagination
Second by second, this keeps happening.
It’s happening now
The only thing being created here is stress and profit
and profit wins out every time.
People slowly rot away into their jobs and become what they are not.
But it’s the game we play
The life we chose
The song we sing
And the ballad we all dance to…
Nathan Strange
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ballad-of-the-working-slaves/
