Sweat it out, sweat it out,
That’s the price they’ll say,
Of the comforts we enjoy,
Sweat
Sweat
Sweat!
Labour till your feet drop,
Work till your heart stops,
And then don’t sit and think
Or breathe for a wink
The air is posion, the rain acid,
So find joy in consuming!
Silence the dissenters,
Who ask for green trees,
Who ask for water to drink,
It’s progress! It’s moving forward, for me.
And yet,
If you stop for a moment,
Your heart will speak,
Your head will scream,
What are you sweating for?
The family you rarely see?
The children whose childhood you missed?
Just to buy a fancy dress made in a factory
By women with barely any money,
So that the neighbour aunty
Can give you respect
But will she? Really?
Or wouldn’t it be better,
To sweat for the planet, the people,
For your dreams, to give a better life
To your family?
To work so that on Sundays,
You can play ball with your daughter
And laugh till you cry next to your partner,
So that when your son toddlers
And mother smiles
You’re there, if not in body
Thank in mind.
Sweat. Sweat. Sweat.
If it makes you happy
Sweat. Sweat. Sweat.
But think of what it means.
Sweat. Sweat. Sweat.
But try to preserve some natural beauty,
So that your grandkids don’t have to wonder
What was a river, what was a tiger,
What’s a panda daddy?
Sweat. Consume. Sweat.
But make sure, it brings value,
Dance to music, sing stories,
Watch that film, support your local library,
Sweat
Sweat
Sweat
But remember, what you’re labouring for.
Author’s Note: Happy holidays! This is just a reminder to take a deep breath and access your priorities. Do what adds value to your life, and if the poem added value to your life, you can support me by sharing, commenting, or paying what you can.
