Cipping Human Of Being Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

As the sun goes dropping from heaven
The shadow lengthening on earth
No one it seems have noticed
The truth that nature denudes
Revealing the task-master's cracking his whipping
Remixing it with the diminishing movement of the hoe
And us, though woefully toiling back bent to break;
Our bodies systematically synchronize with the beat;
Dancing to bed with pregnancy and waking with the birth'
A generation of work to meal, meal to work beings, born
Who rising at down, are only able to sniff at breakfast
Whose luncheon item is programmed to an alarm
And supper they leave to the mercy of beat-up brains
Welcome to the new degradation phase of capitalism