The ballad of the working slaves plays out day and night. You can see it and hear it, but you can’t stop it. <br /> <br />The ballad of the working slaves is ruled by greed and demand, you can feel it. <br /> <br />People in offices all over the country, kitchens, warehouses, shops, building sites and schools all over the world <br /> <br />Every where <br /> <br />There are people waiting on their wage… <br /> <br />Waiting on the clock to strike the minute that will set them free. <br /> <br />This ballad is dull and oppressing. It ties us down with invisible chains. <br /> <br />Chains which lock away our freedom and deaden our imagination <br /> <br />Second by second, this keeps happening. <br /> <br />It’s happening now <br /> <br />The only thing being created here is stress and profit <br /> <br />and profit wins out every time. <br /> <br />People slowly rot away into their jobs and become what they are not. <br /> <br />But it’s the game we play <br />The life we chose <br />The song we sing <br />And the ballad we all dance to…<br /><br />Nathan Strange<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ballad-of-the-working-slaves/
