Striving, toiling and sweating all day
Just for a morsel of unleavened bread
Being laughed at along the way
By those who can't use their heads
Reaping a slaves harvest
After working like such
Is the biggest injustice
Life can offer us
On what basis can we strive
How do we make sacrifice
If all effort is filled with strife
And our input can't sufficed
What options are left then
Than loathing in self pity
Except that's the bigger sin
Remaining in perpetual misery
My take is to try
When trying makes no sense
We only need a why
To overcome any how
