Remembering times past,
to menial work life has held fast
simple chores of human existence,
unending errands leave us aghast.
Many dream of recompense
to pay off life’s daily expense;
working hard under the sun,
for a handful of another’s cents.
Love, joy, peace, and security won?
By hard work-hours and sleeping none?
Now that we have plenty we fear loss,
buying security and sleeping with a gun.
It doesn’t sound like fun to fuss
over the fear of one’s treasures loss;
which others covet with a thieving eye,
this worlds support is vanity in gloss.
Where does true peace and security lie
for the rich and the poor still ask ‘why
has my maternal blanket not covered me
and why has my paternal shield grown shy?’
Where do true peace and security lie?
Author notes
A half attempt at Rubaiyat, I stuck to the rhyme but left tetrameter out, will give that a shot another day, maybe even editing this for that purpose.
any errors?
Comments
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