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The modern world is an economic model
Where capital is king 
And the workers are programmed
To cater to shareholder tantrums
And expectations of 
Ever increasing returns 

The underdog is part of
The new third estate
The backbone of society
Is the modern slave 
Employed cheaply on the minimum wage

Machines with a soul
Are we the workers of today
Up we rise to greet a day 
That is filled with toil
And seldom any play

To the boss we are productive
To our family we are never there 
We have become so numb 
That we do not even care 

The wage is a glorious god
That barely provides for life’s basic cares
Life can be so cruelly unfair
When work constantly causes despair 

Pensions are cut 
Wages are stagnant 
We hanker for the good old days 
But they never existed in any age 

Working to the bone
As catatonic drones 
All our effort makes the boss feel 
As an emperor on a gilded throne 
Counting his bloated pension pot

The government
That bastion of democracy and equality
Is a joke 
Those who complain 
Will just have to make do 
The government will not help you

What should we do?
Economic gains benefit the country they claim
Yet we wish our hard slog
Was not such a right drain

Are we to work ourselves to death
Just for the GDP?
It’s a term foreign to all but the treasury  
Economics can be a boring misery 

Rising up is frowned upon
Days lost to inactivity
They claim will lead to national poverty 

Forever lambasted for lack of experience
No chance exists to prove our might  
No wonder the economy is in such blight

We are to the bosses
Robots clothed in skin
Pushing you harder and harder 
Till you lose your soul
They begrudge breaks that are thankfully legally allowed
No chance to sit back 
Look at our work
And feel proud

We are not robots but flesh and bone
So why do management feel
Aggrieved when we wish to go home?

Slaves we are not  
And legally can never be
It should not always be about productivity 
But also about you and me
Who's toil makes companies money

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