Modern Day Slaves

The Journey

The journey starts in a car park -
a beauty pageant for super cars,
who primp and preen and ignore
the car-washers who clean their scars.

At the traffic lights, I notice
a new hotel tickling the sky -
pushed up by brown-faced workers,
in never-ending supply.

We pass the world's biggest mall
where Zombie shoppers wander,
bitten by consumerism,
compelled to spend and squander.

A highway through the desert,
red sand smothered by concrete,
laid by sweaty labourers,
squashed by the stampeding heat.

The journey ends in a car park,
and the pageant ends there too.
The corporate slave shaken off
and the free man pushes through.