A Worker’s Flame

The world is bathed in yellow shadow,

Yet, I work through the day.

The sun a blood red moon,

And here I am slaving away.

Smoke seeps through the warehouse walls,

I take a deep breath and never pause.

The ash will fall, the fires will burn, the apocalyspe will dawn,

And you will find me clocked on, head down, and working hard.

Winds whip the fires violently, the grass has no mercy.

Homes gobbled and still I cannot stay away.

Why, you say.

As the buildings fall and the earth quakes,

So long as there is demand, there is trade.

We have bills to pay, we have mouths to feed.

Taxes wont rest and neither will we.

Our hearts burn for those we adore,

It is their lives we cannot ignore.