Working In Darkness Profit Never Seen

Every day a mob is chosen
Different in apearance size.
Once pressing on has began
Each labourer toils for quality
Busy in his line of work.
Focusing on a single point.
Labour after labour
No sign of rest when the clock seems to stop ticking when you get tired of toil.
Wishing to see the sun rising early in a clear sky.
Sunrise to them is a sign of rest
Sign of
Reabsorption of life lost in gains of other fellers..
Only to receive and eat from the crums of a steak.
A fallen and loosened skin.
Deep sunken eyes,
Swollen protruding curvy eyes,
Written on the face of each labourer.
For the sake of putting meat on the table.
For the sake of satisfying an ever sucking never caring some caring life behind the vail.