A Consistently Poor Wage

A consistently poor wage Licenses rage: An ugly fight against the cage, Steady enveloping of stagnant wage, A temper warning every wedge, Rising while lowered with vintage. Hirers open a sterile page, Not a complimenting line for a sage: Reflections of his usage, Not a half paragraph for his adage… The low income earner won’t this manage, Nor life in his fatiguing village: The vast hum drums sight, Of farm-tools tauntingly bright, For all their promises of fast tillage, Putting The Townie at a disadvantage. Any hopelessly downsized wage, Is cash that the teeth sets on edge, The Hired white with shock Over Hirer’s heart of steely lock.