Idling
A minister
deplores the idle poor,
The
government being moral guardians
Of the
feckless many, whose only plans
Are pursuing
leisure, pleasure and ignore
Any economic
imperative
That invests
capital with the powers
To rob them
daily of valuable hours,
Until barely
enough remain to live.
But don’t
think these idlers idle. Once freed
From toil to
cooperate with neighbours,
They then
can pool their collective labours
And ensure
everyone gets what they need.
It’s surely
now apparent just how cash
Has become
the modern slave owner’s lash.
D. A.
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