Disheartened Downtrodden

The days slaved away.
Feet hard at work,
Pounding the cobblestone.
The feel of God's grace,
Doesn't touch this place,
Bringing the oppressed sad misfortune,
Just to be smiled upon,
By the richest fortunate face.
Rising up to beat the day,
That has whipped into shape,
Over a brutal period of punishing time,
Wrought to change a mindless slave.
Through it all a humble soul,
Taught to manage life in a hole,
If ever one to succeed,
Authority concludes to set it free.