Labor Day

A not so grunted aggression of oppression
Has led the streets to the streets that are led.
Lending a hand to the hands of rough edges,
Systematically raging in pitchforked line-ups. 
The workers of the world unite, a slogan never forgotten. 
A day where all those breaking backs & twisting necks 
Join together during the peak of the post-industrial age.
The neglection of election to our powerful leaders
Has risen from global hate, both past & present. 
Unity within equity, dominance over fluidity, a 
Dancing odor by the sweat of a man's brow.
The difference between the workers & celebrities? 
As we work, our deadlines are unknown, as they work, 
Their deadlines are timed. 
For we are rather working within time, 
Instead of trying to be on time. 
This is labor day.