LABOR AND ITS INHERENT CLAMOR!

I am a boozer

I am too a loser

I brazenly express

How alcohol make an impact on me to ingress

Transforming me to a queer element

People in and around condemn me in vehement!

 

But in the very next morning I become fresh

The ugly people in my vicinity retain their usual mesh

I once more gain my momentum

To explore the domain of my vicinity at random!

 

I intently notice the features of beasts in human’s physical frame

It reveals evidently how they focus their prey to promote only mayhem

Only few exploit majority without any qualms

Centuries long a tendency prevailing in human’s social spectrum

They tend to offer that much to majority

To acquire the required energy to serve minority

Just to render the services like minions for few

They work and die

Though they accept it as their destiny without much sigh

 Their contributions in human social fabric having none to vie!

 

The opulence they produce

Only for few it is being restored to deduce

They shamelessly display their nefarious fray

Where they subjugate myriad with their deceitful tray!

 

I wondered the people who deployed in mines

How deplorable and destitute their state, devoid of shines

Extracting minerals and other precious metals

Gold they to extract from the crust of Earth in abundance

Surprisingly all humans having alacrity to acquire it by and large

None perhaps could comprehend

The labor being only used to extract it from the Earth’s bed

We may equate it by its aesthetic and applied value

Eliminating their hard work in our available milieu

Not enabling majority to reach to a crux

Labor is the only prime to produce ruckus

It is the only basic condition of human existence

Without it no animate can exhibit its unique presence with sheer exuberance!

 

We poor human only obsessed to evaluate the ratio of input and output

We only feel contented to get rid of such inequitable dispute

Only few are capable to make a confusing milieu to undermine such inequity

To satiate their souls with mere greed, devoid of integrity and probity

Indulged by sheer perfidy

Claiming only minority as the only champion

Centuries long a tradition

Admiring minority to dominate majority to promote their trait with majestic pattern

Minority continuously flummox majority with their centuries long riddle

Undermining labor by eclipsing their endeavor that are fabulous and invincible

Thus they underestimate majority’s delectable toil and exquisite capacity

Minority only reveal that they are supreme out of their exquisite intellect and joviality!

Still I love to booze

It gives me solace to express only truth

I know my imaginations are sheer crude

But I cannot ignore the adage that truth is only rude.