Every day
We’re questioning God
Despite miracles
Under our noses
As work itself
Has us asking
What labor is worth
Certain proof

Of immaculate truths
Still unknown
In this ether lost
Between moments
Spent toiling hard
Without question
But demanding faith
As reward

Since believing cash
Offers choice
When further needs
Remain constant
While pursuing dreams
Unenlightened
By repeated tasks
So absurd

That entire lives
Nearly pass
Through delirious years
Seeking answers
Unabashedly dull
Despite torment
Their addictive drug
Begging use

Where expecting fear
Remains safe
On these circular rides
Towards extinction
If agreeing hope
Keeps ignoring
Such dire turns
Pain avoids

Until empty jobs
Approach death
Being far too late
For excuses
After sickness comes
Facing weariness
Employed by lies
Hate assures.

• J. Pigno