PAY DAY
PAY
DAY
The people are
on the march again
Dotting every street
corners
Women, children;
old and young at heart
They perch at
every rung of life
Like ravens and
vultures
Whiten with staggering
diseases rates,
Blacken by mounting
death tolls.
Some say its
recession; others say its corruption
For the
government, we wait
For who's to
blame?
Stalls are closed
Students stay
home
Machines go cold
The workplace
now a quiet hollow.
Yet our struggle
continues -
From dawn through the dusk of our daily lives
We, common
people disempowered
Families
scattered
We toil in
tatters still,
By the sketches
of the blood and sweat along the hide of our bodies,
Longing as
always for payday.
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