An Instrument Box
A worker's plight
In a big factory
To lower the head and work for hours
Cannot see, cannot hear, cannot gossip, cannot interfere
Just like an instrument
In an instrument box
Seated a fixed place
Do a fixed job
Waited to be taken out
Or else become useless
Copyright © Sai Lin Lip | Year Posted 2021
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