A Poem on Work and Religion

Its the time game and the endurance test,
prospect of the weekend at best.
The office monkeys whittle away their lives in false jest
And return to their nest for a rest.

A life sentence on the factory floor
conditioned to believe there's nothing more.
Cheap delight in the crude and obscene,
momentarily disrupts the depressing scene!

Billing hours, profit margins in the solicitors suite,
daylight robbery and extortion is a daily feat.
Lawyers with hearts of stone like the alligators,
no shame or remorse for the affluent traitors!

Is this all there is, we just go for a beer then die?
Save the last dance for the unending sigh?
Is this all there is, we construct our own coffin?
The resting abode for commoner, thief, well to do and boffin?

He has shown you o man what is good to love mercy
Observe justice and before your God to walk humbly,
no one is good, bar Messiah who is Yahweh
Enter through narrow gate, truth and life is His way!

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