Mayday Sonnet Sunday #3: Come, workers of the world

Come, workers of the world, let us unite
in questioning the purpose of our role:
to build a future fair, and free, and bright
or drudge towards some profit-driven goal?

We may feel we are cogs within a wheel
within another wheel relentlessly 
such wheels are turned until we barely feel
our role within our planet’s destiny.

Perhaps we are climbing a ladder high
to reach the topmost rung, the next pay grade;
but do we ever stop to question why
we have been led to think it’s what we need?

Infinite growth upon a finite planet 
Is just a myth, driven by greed for profit.

© Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved

Another sonnet for the workers…

I’ve been a cog in the corporate wheel more times than I would care to count. In my most recent office job, I did a basic accountancy course. Part of the training was to examine the Financial Statements of some major corporations. The sole purpose of most of these behemoth multinational companies was to make profit for shareholders. Of course, they paid lip service to ‘providing consumer goods which change peoples lives,’ or some such bullshit, but the idea of changing the planet for the better didn’t come into the equation. Such ideals are not fit for the Anthropocene Era. For further reading, I recommend ‘There is No Planet B‘ by Mike Berners-Lee.

Featured image: Dante Conversing with Farinata Degli Uberti from The William Blake Archive (public domain.)

7 thoughts on “Mayday Sonnet Sunday #3: Come, workers of the world

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  1. You are giving us much to consider today, delivered through your purpose-driven poetic style. A style that shines the light on human choices that need amending for the health and well-being of future generations. This one reminded me of Huxley’s, Brave New World. The second line could be the voice of Bernard.

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