So bright a day
Yet darkness everywhere
For nothing I see is certain
Nothing I here feels right
Yet nothing I can change
Not even with my passion
Not even my bravity seems to help
For so many conditions
Unfair and unjust attached,
That I should sacrifice much
To earn less,if not totally at loss
To sell my heart and flesh
To be branded a modern slave
Where I seem independent
Yet only a puppet
For others to use,
Re-use and dispose
For I unfairly invest
For them to harvest
Whilst I starve
As they waste
For a modern slave
In disguise of work.
©meisha
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