Profit?

September 10, 2014 at 10:43 am (philosophy, sociology) ()

Take your hard hand from
my soft shoulder. You
waste our days and
steal our humanity. You
are deceitful and
grow fat on gullibility.

In all your machinations
our welfare is furthest
from your mind. And
we struggle to emulate
your unfortunate terms in
our narrow margins.

Change your thinking. You
will never recompense our
labour or make the rich
content. Reach down your arms and
deploy wit instead, to
plant hope and strength of mind.

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4 Comments

  1. nobodysreadingme said,

    Admirable sentiments Julia, but I fear you’re trying to shovel water uphill without webbed hands.
    ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. BookOfPain said,

    “Tell the rich of the midnight sighing of the poor…”

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