Labor and Its Inherent Clamor

I am a boozer
I am too a loser
I brazenly express
How alcohol makes an impact on me to ingress
Transforming me into a queer element
People in and around condemn me vehement!

But the very next morning, I become fresh
The ugly people in my vicinity retain their usual mesh
I once more gain my momentum
To explore the domain of my vicinity at random!

I intently notice the features of beasts in human’s physical frame
It reveals evidently how they focus their prey to promote only mayhem
Only a few exploit the majority without any qualms
Centuries long a tendency prevailing in the human social spectrum
They tend to offer that much to the majority
To acquire the required energy to serve minority
Just to render the services like minions for few
They work and die
Though they accept it as their destiny without many sighs
Their contributions to the human social fabric have none to vie!

The opulence they produce
Only for a few, it is being restored to deduce
They shamelessly display their nefarious fray
Where they subjugate myriad with their deceitful tray!

I wondered about the people who deployed in mines
How deplorable and destitute their state, devoid of shines
Extracting minerals and other precious metals
Gold they extract from the crust of Earth in abundance
Surprisingly all humans have the alacrity to acquire it by and large
None perhaps could comprehend
The labor being only used to extract it from the Earth’s bed
We may equate it by its aesthetic and applied value
Eliminating their hard work in our available milieu
Not enabling the majority to reach a crux
Labor is the only prime to produce ruckus
It is the only basic condition of human existence
Without it, no animate can exhibit its unique presence with sheer exuberance!

We poor humans are only obsessed to evaluate the ratio of input and output
We only feel contented to get rid of such inequitable dispute
Only a few are capable to make a confusing milieu to undermine such inequity
To satiate their souls with mere greed, devoid of integrity and probity
Indulged by sheer perfidy
Claiming only minority as the only champion
Centuries long a tradition
Admiring minority to dominate majority to promote their trait with majestic pattern
Minority continuously flummox majority with their centuries-long riddle
Undermining labor by eclipsing their endeavor that is fabulous and invincible
Thus they underestimate the majority’s delectable toil and exquisite capacity
Minorities only reveal that they are supreme out of their exquisite intellect and joviality!

Still, I love to booze
It gives me solace to express only the truth
I know my imaginations are sheer crude
But I cannot ignore the adage that truth is only rude.