We work in modern day plantations hiding our plastic faces behind meaningless career titles as the masters’ watch from above and pick the best from their crop of corporate slaves.
We work for decades towards a retirement that will last less than 15 grim years highlighted by checkups at their medical factories.
All this time they swim in milk and bathe in honey; feasting on our misery with gold plated cutlery whose value could easily subsidize a village’s food for years.
They won’t succumb to our push and we dare not break the cycle of their selfish wisdom.
We are in a foot race against the wind, occasionally stopping to glare at each other’s meager achievements as they continue to tighten shackles of materialistic dependency.
Generations inherit poverty and the ever distant promise of escape. We toil all day and in the night worship at the foot of their infused materialistic desires.
Indulging in temporary spats of artificial happiness; our backs staying forever bent as we emulate those ungrateful mother-fuckers we so much desire to be.
Inspired by the Global Rich List courtesy of Kirima.