This Day and Age – A Sonnet

The standards they set, we bow to like slaves.

We get lost in moments, while they rule us.

Endless work to be forgotten in graves,

With issues of peace we never discuss.

Fighting is futile, the power’s all theirs.

A symphony of sadness, keeps us tame.

We watch as wealth funnels to royal heirs,

The lie they speak that it’s our right to claim

Re-purposed we toil to sustain the scam,

Meanwhile, I pretend I don’t give a damn.

 

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