The Hirelings 4/3/06
Did we once dance the ball
In tingly servitude?
Then we were royalty:
Crowns of love
Noble passions.
Chivalry became you
As you bowed,
And I curtsied.
Time made our waltz a jig.
We are common, vulgar
Slang hard peasants and proles:
Fend for ourselves
Drooping rags
Tooled hands and meager.
Hirelings, we.
Heartless hirelings.
(c) Tasha Chinnock
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