Laundry
Once done by hands,
Now done with spins;
The drum spins, and spins, and spins.
As human, we keep to display,
A creation that will never betray,
And the drum spins, and spins, and spins.
What about the others,
Aren't they loyal?
Slaves created for the royal;
Indeed, the beauty of these creation,
Life without redemption.
Now, I wait for my needs,
And the drum spins, and spins, and spins.
Copyright © Luqman Samin | Year Posted 2018
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