Cinderella knew her wealth wouldn’t last
For when the market crashed
At the mercy of the dollar
Her blue dress became a blue collar.
She works for the human, but not humane
Stalked by the unmerciful eyes of Tremaine.
If her orders she does not obey
She will not eat for another day.
The machines sliced her thumb
But help would never come
Now she’d get in trouble
And if she bled on the product, it’d be double.
The rats that scurry across the floor
That she used to abhor
Now she has given each a name
And an interesting life, one she could never reclaim.
This life she was forced to condemn
Is only a number to them.
On this pathetic income
Existence is the only outcome.
Not enough to live
A crime she can’t forgive
Not enough to die
Working in a pigsty.
The government turns a blind eye
Politicians won’t even try
When their extra profits rely
On a factory hidden from the public eye.