Labors

Oh children, so innocent you are,
playing around me without a care
still unafraid, still unaware
of all of the evils waiting out there...

When you grow up you will find
all sorts of ways people use their minds
to justify making lifelong careers
by preying on fellow men's worries and fears.

The worst monsters lurk behind nice faces
Plotters with elegant social graces
clean, well dressed, not a hair amiss
who betray with a smile, or tender kiss...

They toil not neither spin
luring the laborer within
a web of vain promises and lies
dangling the bait in front of his eyes

drawing out to the very last,
blood and sweat and tears they cast
in his face the laborer's wage
unequal to the price he paid.