Honest Labour Poem by DM W
Honest Labour
I labour long hours
Cloaked in a halo of light:
Not for commercial gain
Or for the raised flags of the faithful.
I write not for the reluctant applause
Of pedantic critics.
I create not for gods or idols
Or for ubiquitous tribal creeds:
Nor for the glory of eternity
Long after my bones are ash.
But only to communicate honestly
With the heart of common humanity.
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