Dog Eat Dog World
Sweat through labor's fervent pace.
You pitiful dog,
You minuscule cog,
Lest you vanish off the face
Of the earth without a trace.
Don't dare threaten profit gain
When you don't understand
Why wealth could own the land
For which your fathers died in vain.
That you may see your heroes slain.
If you find you disagree...
Take to the streets,
Face my marching fleets.
Just hold your ground and do not flee.
Your weaknesses are mine to see.
Yet, if the fear has gripped your heart.
Don't act like a jerk.
Just go back to work,
And let me fuel your tortured art,
Before I rip your soul apart.
Copyright © Yoni Dvorkis | Year Posted 2009
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