Piteous Proletariat

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While aversely obliging
decadent demands
of the reigning, endorsed  affluent,
an internal voice howls
interposingly loud
and insists I really shouldn’t: 

“pitiful,  weary worker,
Coerced,  uncaringly  ordered,
and damned by upper class rules,
will you ever tire
of being a servile martyr,
of acquiescently singing the blues?”

Yet indignantly yielding I remain,
for on the altar of entrenched conformity,
sacrificed, is this entrancing call 
of truth and reason, by an ear-piercing, 
reticent silence en masse.

Camille Rose Castillo 2014

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