The work is hard, the work is noble.
The real work is left to me and you.
Working for hundreds, getting paid in twos.
That is the reality left for me and you.
Like the hundred others, who work day and night,
My body aches and my mind is sore.
In amidst of all this, you are in your office,
You feast on our profit, do you have a conscience anymore?
Its not just the wealth, that you walk away with,
This part of me is neither envy nor greed.
You have been walking the time I wanted to spend with my kids.
You have snatched, not what I wanted, but rather what we need.
Life can be short, life can be cruel.
Life can change over night. Life can go either way.
The comforting bit, for which I must thank you,
You have taken away everything I could lose.
The work is hard, the work is noble.
The real work is left to me and you.
Keep working, no matter how blue,
That is the reality left for me and you.
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