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.
