For Money

We are refilling mugs at midnight, bodies
Starting assignments we've left too long it seems
Our hands numb but still alive bleed
When paper cuts slice too deeply crying
Because the screen stings our eyes
Close at night but we fight
Our nature for increased efficiency
We toil religiously for a bitter well done
Appreciation that guilts this heart
Into higher expectations
Next time

She is all tears for a vacation
After 40 years as if they really care
We are the sacrificial lambs on the alter
Breaking bones , friendships, marriages
After a success that pains us to achieve
We are missed memories being carried
In golden carriages away from the content
We seek and they'll say how much
They loved us when we're dead perhaps
If they remember that you were
Sugar without the cream

They give us lunch breaks to feed
Everything but the soul and we are allowed
To think only what we're told
New York dreams rip at the fold
As we have fallen into the holes
That we dug so ardently for gold

'But as for him who is stingy and complacent.
And denies goodness.
We will ease his way towards difficulty.
And his money will not avail him when he plummets.'
The Night ,Quran