I Am a Slave, Not a Worker
I grapple,
tussle
and scuffle for nothing.
I squall like a storm;
on a Workers' Day.
I wake up everyday
and yet I am not a worker
but a slave.
I drink my own sweat
I swim on my own tears
because I do not work
I slave
I slave for survival
day and night
my life is a fight
I brawl
I wrestle without payment
I need my freedom
I need my peace
I am arrested
kept in a box
I suffocate
I am throttled
I Am A Slave, Not A Worker.
Drencho POET Loads.
Copyright © Sky Poet Sa | Year Posted 2018
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