...the irony of a day whose activities/inactivity suggest something contary to it s name...
A day of labour
When all and sundry lay late
In their beds without much of an endeavour,
A working nation who on this very Labour Day
Have not much but to linger in their inactivity,
What irony...
A day called labour when our roads are clear
No traffic, no honks, no sounds to hear,
Our town has turned ghostly on this Labour Day
So why call it labour, when subtly you and I
Have been lazing in the comfort of our tuff
In the name of an international day of celebrating work
Perhaps it should be Labourer's Day Home
More appropriate, No Labour Day
What about you?
Have you laboured through your labour day today?
What irony...
...Kiptum...
Poetry by kip
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A Day Called Labour
A day of labour
When all and sundry lay late
In their beds without much of an endeavour,
A working nation who on this very Labour Day
Have not much but to linger in their inactivity,
What irony...
A day called labour when our roads are clear
No traffic, no honks, no sounds to hear,
Our town has turned ghostly on this Labour Day
So why call it labour, when subtly you and I
Have been lazing in the comfort of our tuff
In the name of an international day of celebrating work
Perhaps it should be Labourer's Day Home
More appropriate, No Labour Day
What about you?
Have you laboured through your labour day today?
What irony...
...Kiptum...
Poetry by kip
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Written on 2007-05-01 at 17:29
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