Wage slave

My feet are worn and my mind is tired.

I sleep alone thinking about when I'll expire.

Thinking about is all life really just work?

I seen my parents work their hands right down to the bone.

Daily with consistency, only thinking of their children at home.

How they will provide for their child, to live and grow.

They left their country so that their children could have a future much more different then their own.

A life of manual labor and long hours at work, that's what they do.

Only for some spare change that is the life of the poor.

The rich get richer and the poor get poorer.

There's more of us that die in a week then they die in a year.

Ignorant they are to the fact that there's much more to life then just work.

But I don't blame them because of the way they were raised at home.

No real education they receive, they just worked.

Raised in a plutocracy, I call it looneyocracy, living dirt poor, but they still call it home.

This monetary system is nothing more then a more complex cast system that spread across the world.

This system only benefits the rich and wealthy, the greedy, but not the many.

This great big system has poison mans essences and their soul.

I feel some sort of hate, disgust, distrust, for these people and all things of the sort.

I have no more time, I work and work, a slave wage job feeling like their so much more.

My parents say the world is yours just get a education so you wont have to work like i do, all the way

till when you're old.

But they can't understand me because my values are different and ideas are much different then their own.

Playing into the system of debt and interest, a life of work wasting away only to accumulate wealth, little pieces of paper with numbers written on them, giving them artifical value.

I feel so stress, is this life? is this really life? wasting away precious hours of life, the value of ones life and time into paper, in to the accumulation of material possessions.

Is that really a life worth living?

Papers with numbers which have become a essence for mans survival.

I can not now ever live alone, like my ancestors did to, living of the land freely, surviving on their own.

Now I am a slave to society this, that is my home.

dreaming of the freedom humans once had to freely roam and live on their own.