“Those who work like a slave will eat like a king”
is a common theme
Life is not a game
but a song we sing

The choir of harmonious actions
brings more traction
than a sole individual’s contribution

Industry’s polluting noise
is contained and refined
Repeatedly replying the selfish anthem

: Pull yourself  up by the boots
(in other words) grab the loot
instead of reaching for a healthy hand of truth.

In tandem, the reality is that a slave is not a man
understand this, do not sell pride as it is priceless
Crafts of handsomely smooth weaves
in coherent soothing determination
have a social imbalance in need of respecting
The kings sit in towers away from common toilings

“Those who work humanely
will share the fruits of laborious humanity”
-yours sincerely, John Tabrizi

P.S. this does not suggest
a lethargic inattentive passiveness
It encompasses changing passages
of how we view backwards maxims of savageness
adequately adapting the atlas
to challenge what has happened to our language

Damaging proverbial knowledge into a languid sandwich
The king and slave have now disappeared and vanished
suppose it was a CEO and a consumer, could the saying manage?
Working like a consumer, eating like a CEO’s carnage
where is the advantage?