To all the people who are forced to work rather than live:
Stress is the side effect of life squanderously spent;
Of undue labor, toil, and strife;
Why do we demand so much sweat in this life?
Modern life is a paradox;
We have machines to wash our socks;
But still we have not time to spare,
For undue work lies everywhere.
The people who fatten themselves;
And lay up taxes on their shelves;
Demand that we spend all our years;
Protecting them from what they fear;
The day their castles fall asunder;
So till that day, they’ll keep us under;
The impression that we need to;
Fill up free time with things to do.
Instead of loving life and God,
They’d rather we just do our job.
So it’s time to wake up from this dream;
And become more than what you seem.
To break the chains of a life of stress;
And remove from society the vice of excess.