by Troy Cabida
Through a fear of neglect
to ourselves we turn in reflection
and inside we see a tunnel, dark and deep,
and for light we toil through deeper
but we mustn’t complain:
the CEOS work six days a week.
So hard we work our joints numb,
that eventually our thoughts dwindle from the ground
and our brains slowly follow, practically ignoring
the big bosses’ gently exempting us
from luxuries that equate to our hardened spines and
aching muscles, wilted wheat given in exchange for missing greens
within increased/increasing slavery hours
they keep the milk and apples;
our epiphanies and rebellions are silent and premature
forget society’s age old silencing
so-called manners
and rebel revolt be sarcastic sardonic
use your voice you have a voice use your soul you have a soul
throw away the love songs
and smash the guitars
at their mouths uttering extraneous utterly superfluous nonsense
we deserve all of the fruits
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Troy Cabida is a Filipino writer from London. His recent work has appeared on Thought Collection Publishing, WORK and Pinched. He is a columnist for Miracle, Time to Gander and has edited for Siblíní Journal and Thought Notebook. Troy’s blog can be reached via this link.