We purposefully burden our shoulders with shame.

Breathe the air of denial, yet live amongst those who we aspire to become.

All for the sake of prestige.

Yet love can turn us into farces.

We lose our minds in puddles of tears.

Forget our benefactors and turn to our ‘heroes’.

Our soiled hands shall not reap another harvest; because they have travelled to richer

Pastures; where bread is served by strange women, who gloat not upon their

hardworking sons but paying customers .