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Working Life
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Senates
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Sunday, 24th August 2014 @ 11:14:13 AM in AEST
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We live as the cattle,
Waiting to be slaughtered,
Sucked dry of our equality,
Stuffing our mouths,
Trying to silence our screams,
When they heat the iron,
The heat against your skin,
They promise you paradise,
With your soul as the price,
Glowing red brand,
The smell of burnt flesh.
They own you...
Concrete jungles,
Filled with man-eating devils,
Sadistic creatures,
That take away everything,
From the unfortunate,
Who have nothing.
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Senates
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2014-08-24 11:14:13]
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Re: Working Life
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by The_Unknown on
Sunday, 24th August 2014 @ 02:13:23 PM AEST
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Unfortunately a very good comparison!
Thank you for sharing.
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Re: Working Life
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by Invierno on
Monday, 25th August 2014 @ 07:06:55 AM AEST
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Wow! I feel MUCH better now. lol. I like this poem. It's dark and depressing, but well written and succeeds in capturing the despair quite nicely.
Well done.
Invierno |
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Re: Working Life
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 30th August 2014 @ 08:53:46 PM AEST
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I too like this very much. It transcends something many would never say aloud most days.
I used to think that it was a psychological experiment, working for the corporate and all.
When I was kid, we kids would come together in the Summer and build all kinds of things in a nearby field. Not for any money, we were just into it and we'd stick together and work each project out all by ourselves. We built a cool sod house, then later one Spring when the field was mostly flooded, we built a really cool fort, with a drawbridge.
Then we built a great baseball field and played in our own made up league all day long. You know, people like to be apart of something and genuinely make something with other people. But at the end of the day,
the bottom line or working for the shareholder
seems so incomplete. And way too many people are not given a helping hand.
Best times in my neighborhood where I now live have been when there's been a power outage and we all came out of our houses and yes, enjoyed each others company.
They own you... that's the problem I would agree!
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Re: Working Life
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by deadreckoning1983 on
Sunday, 23rd November 2014 @ 09:33:59 PM AEST
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| Hey man your poetry is really good. Cannot believe I haven't read your stuff before now. Pleased I stopped by |
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Re: Working Life
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by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Friday, 30th January 2015 @ 03:01:04 PM AEST
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Brings to mind George Orwell's 1984 to me somehow.
We are all someone's slave, we don't always realise it until we stop to think.
Nice write.
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