The Toil

The world of life is made of sun,
Of water and of soil;
But few indeed would get to live,
If not for all the toil

Of those who work upon the land,
Who lives are rarely told –
Instead of thought as one more link
In chains of
Bought and sold

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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