The Sisyphus in each of us (Acrostic)

Since the widespread industrialization

In every town and home

Someone is chained to their life

Yelling to be released from their stone

Pushing and rolling but never escaping

Hills that never disappear

Unrelenting forces of: work, life, and family

So here we are, each rolling our stone just like Sisyphus

This poem is about: 
Our world
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