Work
Why do men work themselves to death I asked
It is but a mindless task
Like a drone he labored on
Through the night into the dawn
Man is not a machine I said
But thinking is what he dread
He made more welds that required
For fear that he be fired
David you'll not make your retirement day
No incentive no increase in pay
Larry why to you run at work
My days are filled never to shirk
Georgie you work like two men everyday
Broken back he earned his pay
Like mindless machines they toiled in the sun
Working working till the day was done
I implored them save some for another day
Now their family remember them when they pray
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