Labour Pains

As a child you circle the curriculum
Which accommodates to the common way of life
And if your desires tend to differ from the norm
Know you are not a failure, though you may fall
As one of the innumerous left behind
For we are servants to the industrialist inventions of avarice
That behest we strive and strain
​​​​​​For the mere breath of sustenance
On the very earth you're born
Though not a piece you shall inherit
Even as you submissively cede to conform
And abide by the natural laws
Of this undistinguished world you leave
In a pauper's pine box
​​​​​​Or by the impecunious cremation of your merit
Consumed by demand that needs no supply
From the everyday conversation
To the empty travail that enervates
Your individuality, your time
Like a slave to the colony
You bend at the knee and beckon
To the queen of convention
For the greater processed good, you sacrifice
But I will never surrender my independence
For the wealth and appeasement of an acquisitive propiety
To give without reason, to live in vain, I'd rather die
By the unclasping chains of starvation
Sustained by virtue, and for virtue, sustained by light
As I have no mouths to feed, nor love to labour for
And if affluence is its prerequisite
Then cut me out to bleed
So I can enrich your exquisite world
And keep my sovereign soul alive

She left bloodstains weaving misery on the loom
Before plunging from Mammon's window
On a penurious afternoon