We are subservient of economics
a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India
We are subservient of economics,
It's economics that divides us into parts,
The difference may not be visible,
They are present deep within our heart,
Though we try to conceal them to the utmost,
Though we try it with all our power,
The distance is just unbridgeable,
Its furrows are on our hearts.
Poor sighs because of disparities,
There are unfulfilled dreams in his hearts,
Which all his lifetime earnings,
Can't simply ever impart.
He weeps sighs and weeps alone,
Covering his poverty as shame,
This world of capitalist doing,
Who can the labourer blame?
Hiding his poverty the greatest sin,
He turns hollow from shore to shore and,
To cover that hollowness,
He has words and words in store.
He tries for a way out,
Yet he simply doth fail,
In front of capitalism,
No labourer prevails.
note: I wrote this poem in 1992.
