Just Another Day

Just Another Day

A soulless stare with demons’ eyes,

counts his money with surly wry.

A coin for lodging, a coin for sleep,

a coin for water n’ wine to keep.

Now rest away your weary head,

a good night’s sleep on cardboard bed.

Clock is ticking, conserve your strength,

tomorrows work, three coins for length.

Eyes wide shut while time does fade,

to dungeons dark were walls decay.

Screams and sirens pierce the night,

fouling dreams till mornings light.

And then awake, the roomers call,

it’s check out time, beside the mall.

Face unshaven, clothes all haggard,

direction plain, walk is staggered.

Hunger bites its morning blues,

now coming down from the booze.

A soulless stare with empty eyes,

arrives at work, disorganized.

The day is long, three coins are paid,

now journey’s back, to where he stayed.

A soulless stare with demons’ eyes,

counts his money, with surly wry.

A coin for lodging, a coin for sleep,

a coin for water n’ wine to keep.

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About this Poem: 

Society lives in a prefab illusion where people are willing captives in bondage to an economic system that is no better than slavery. The painful truth of a corporate programmed society…

One of the escapes chosen by people is alcohol which carries a demon inside. All too often its use becomes a routine that slowly steals the health and mind of its victim. Apathy towards societal change is all too common due to its creeping theft of will power and memory, which is why this industry is controlled by the criminal establishment.