20 June 2012
Monotony, the modern drudge, No longer through the mud we trudge.
With wood and straw our labours born, To feed our kin with meat and corn.
No longer to the fields we go, With purpose and our seeds to sow.
Monotony is our way now, The office drone to which we bow.
Basking in the man-made light, Stuck, unable to take flight.
A Modern Living • Opuss № I