Every morn it begins anew
a battle for survival for our daily bread
we leave our houses like scurrying ants
heading towards our daily toil
suburban homes are standing empty
while city streets are clogged shut
cold building that stood empty at night
comes alive with returning drones
their blood and sweat oil the cogs
on which the city runs
thus the endless struggle continues
to keep us fed, clothed and, sheltered
Friday, August 19, 2011
The Never Ending Battle
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2 comments:
The tragedy of the situation is knowing that we are struggling and yet, not being able to stand up for ourselves, for what we REALLY want from life.But then, life is such.Lovely piece :)
@ her ladyship: Thanks :) Yep, life is such. Best is to find something that makes you happy within it.
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