Idling
A minister deplores the idle poor,
The government being moral guardians
Of the feckless many, whose only plans
Are pursuing leisure, pleasure and ignore
Any economic imperative
That invests capital with the powers
To rob them daily of valuable hours,
Until barely enough remain to live.
But don’t think these idlers idle. Once freed
From toil to cooperate with neighbours,
They then can pool their collective labours
And ensure everyone gets what they need.
It’s surely now apparent just how cash
Has become the modern slave owner’s lash.
D. A.