Men Who See No Day Poem by Zimba Sundrogo

Awake in dark without a heart
And strive all day to please
The mind is blind
What is divine
In this place of crime and greed

Cleanliness a virtue
Observations kept discrete
Punctual and obedient
That is all they need

On your knees or on your feet
We serve for some great deed
What is this, this noble act
When we relieve ourselves of needs

The ones to blame
Are the ones who claim
That we are all the same indeed
They are right
We do our part
We sell our hearts
Just so we can breathe

What place is this
When all we see
Is strife in forms unseen

When can we live by the sun of day
Not need to rush our feet
I long for a time where there was no time
Where everyone was at ease

Are we men or are we beasts
Hoarded till defeat