Hands wringing with sweat
The toil of the day
A sun unable to hold its head
Settles down in orbital slumber
Out comes the moon, with its grand, pallid face
The glaze of traffic, the pulp of horns
People clutching at steering wheels,
or snoring on buses
And for what?
A paltry sum
Squandered in a shred of the time
it took to accrue it
What a pity.
How ****** are we.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
Hands wringing with sweat
The toil of the day
A sun unable to hold its head
Settles down in orbital slumber
Out comes the moon, with its grand, pallid face
The glaze of traffic, the pulp of horns
People clutching at steering wheels,
or snoring on buses
And for what?
A paltry sum
Squandered in a shred of the time
it took to accrue it
What a pity.
How ****** are we.
Industry lays bear the most prevalent dichotomy of our society - as much economies and governments thrive on our diligence, taking a brief look at the average worker immediately spells out the collective enervation experienced by the public. Working for far too long, for far too little. And we are too far gone to change this. Work is a fundamental aspect of the typical adult lifestyle. It is heartening however that some sectors of authority have realised the detriment of continuous, laborious work and are encouraging different working patterns; inviting the use of counselling services. We must aim to prosper, industrialising while sympathising.