Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Work (A repetitive poem)


Work, Work

Work is an undeniable action.

Work, Work

Work is our way of life, it is our punishment.

Work is our blood, our flesh, our cause and our effect to ignorance.

Work, Work

Work is what our ancesters did 400 years in this alien land.

Work is the curse to the seed of Adam and Eve.

Work,

Work is the cycle that kept our minds occupied.

Workis what provided a check and a check is for what we worked.

Work is what we continually push back and avoid.

Work is our bondage, our souls work not rest.

Work, Work

Work is what made you. work is what broke you.

Work, Work

We ask why do we work, work is what we pass from generation, to generation, to generation.

Work, Work, why doesn't it work?

Without work we have nothing.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This is something everyone can relate to in some way.It is refreshing to see wise words from a young person.Keep doin what you're doin.I'd love to read more of your work.