A Beast in the Morning

A drudge indeed, sweating out for a decent penny

A servile with integrity, a heart pouring its blood on the post

There came a morning beast roaring til her lungs out

The voice echoed to the deepest ocean of the soul thats trembling

An attempt to swerve and retaliate lingers in the shackled mind

How long can it contain the indignation against infairness and exploitation?

The morning beast exists, not only in the head or in the stories, it’s standing next to me.

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