Sleep now, weary hands,for the world was never yours to hold.You gave it shape, you built its towers,but they only cast shadows over your days. They told you to work, to sweat, to break,to shoulder the weight of another man’s throne.To trade your spine for a paycheck too thinto cover a meal, let alone aContinue reading “The Final Bell: A Eulogy for the Forgotten Proletariat”
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