You've worked so hard previously in other jobs,
No longer seek admiration from ungrateful sods.
Imagine being treated with value, as an individual,
For attitudes to change on top will it take a miracle?
This is poetry for the unemployed,
Typically, truth seems null and void,
Fed up with the rotten system,
Struggling in an open air prison.
Walking wherever as debt has became the new chains,
Since birth their tools have been rewiring our brains.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2026 04:43
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A sad picture is painted in this poem of those disenfranchised and without hope in a world that has become mechanized and they are no longer needed. Well written
It is sad, I'm not saying people shouldn't work here, more along the lines of people want to work but be better treated?
There is no courtesy in a politically correct world. A lovely write
Shaun, this resonates as a voice from inside the grind rather than commentary from above it. The refusal to romanticize unemployment while still naming dignity feels important and necessary. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Good write SM. You seen a certain chap lately?! lol.
Lol no.
Well, he has gone home so..... lol.
Exploitation raw and hard - you have nailed it.
Thanks pal, appreciate it.
Indeed!
Thank you.
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