THE WAGE SLAVE
He went ,He put on ,
The chains ,
Of a wage ,
Slave ,
A day ,
A week of ,
Whipped ,
Wards so crawl ,
Abuse dished out ,
By the boss ,
Why?
'Cos he could ,
His eyes looked only down ,
At the ground ,
No reason to look up ,
His face shows the marks ,
Of each lash of his day ,
His week ,
His life ,
He finished ,
His day ,
His week of ,
Waged work ,
Slavery ,
He took off ,
The chains ,
Rube his wrists ,
But knowing ,
That come the next ,
Week , it he will be ,
Back in chains ,
Of his wage slavery ,
That were rore ,
To his house he trudged ,
To shut out the world ,
The Dyslexic Poet
Ken D Williams
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2010-05-28 at 17:09
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