The Sweatshop Master – A Poem

The Sweatshop Master

A. A. Kamalov

“You should be grateful, leech!

My pockets are empty, because of you.”

Despicable lies, repeatedly uttered

By the millionaire himself,


For nothing could be more satisfying

Than to see his conception slave away

With delusion in mind, constantly ringing:

“Money’s motivation.” But is it?


Always inferior, deprived of

Not cash but care, reduced to abuse

By a vicious, miserly capitalist,

Imposing a convenient inferiority


Upon his accidental creation.

It costs a lot for the upkeep,

The drink and feed and shade

And air, it only makes sense to get


Something in return for it, a profit!

The dollar-sized eyes widen

In hungry expectation for

Cheap labour exploitation.


Subsequently, it was shipped to

A brain factory, to serve the

System with non-stop cycles

Of work, work and work.


Social life? Rest? Such things exist?

No, it must work, day and night

Or else, its penalty: a cut

In that costly lifeline.


It will pay off, eventually.

It’ll leave the factory to

Other factories, toiling more hours.

But as a show of gratitude, wages sent back,


Back to the bastard businessman.

Author’s Afterword:

This poem was inspired by a video about the manufacturing industry I watched during school. I don’t want to comment much because I’d love it if you can come up with your own interpretations of what The Sweatshop Master is all about. Is it literally about child labour? Is it a metaphor for something else? I’d like to know! From what is clear without revealing too much, I don’t tend to view big business very favourably.

That said, I have written this poem quite a while ago and I am having a little trouble with coming up with new ideas to write about. I tend to write out of impulse, when I feel really upset, triggered or angry, but not so much when I am just calmly sitting while sipping a hot mug of coffee. Maybe I should read more genres of poems first before I continue writing any more. If you could suggest me any hot topics you’d like to see me write, tell me in the comments below and I’ll definitely consider it. Thanks for your support!

Daily Poetry Assignment: Day 8 – Elegy, Enumeratio, Flavour

I have actually written the bulk of this poem even before the assignment came out. It was strange; I had a feeling that I will use a poem I have already written. Anyway, here is my take on an elegy, a kind of melancholic poem mourning a loss of someone or something. I can’t bring myself to write a poem lamenting a “flavour”, as I was asked, so I just incorporated that as part of the imagery. The enumeratio was also brief, found in the first stanza. Well at least I fulfilled my tasks for today. The poem pretty much sums up a break-up in a relationship, but on the side of the person who bears the most pain out of it. I’d love to know what you think of this 🙂 Continue reading “Daily Poetry Assignment: Day 8 – Elegy, Enumeratio, Flavour”

Daily Poetry Assignment: Day 6 – Found Poetry, Chiasmus, Face

Urgh. I racked my brain hard for this assignment. My first reaction was: “What the frick-frack is a found poetry?!! How the heck am I going to write that and add this chiasmus, whatever this thing is?! AHHH!” Compunded with the evils of school work, I was not only delayed with writing this poem, but also with finding a text source for the “found” factor. My head swirled with possibilities: Wikipedia articles, Tolstoy’s novel Anna Karenina, a business newspaper, and so on. Somehow it’s like all of them are vying for attention to be used in my writing. After watching a helpful YouTube vid about found poetry, I settled at last for a simple alternative: to base my poem on an existing poem. Naturally, since I am still studying Sylvia Plath in school, it was the most familiar to me. The poem I based this one on is called ‘Edge’, from her posthomously-published poetry book Ariel. You can read this poem on Poetry Foundation by clicking this sentence. You will be able to compare and contrast the ways in which I have used her words to fit my narrative in this poem.

The poem is about the manipulative nature of some women, who trick men and use them for selfish gain. This is an ironic role-reversal between men and women but still it occurs in society. While many men take advantage of naïve women, there women can also do the same and entrap men as well, especially men who view women as mere objects of beauty. They are oblivious to the fact that some women are clever and can snare them into a living hell of a relationship! Continue reading “Daily Poetry Assignment: Day 6 – Found Poetry, Chiasmus, Face”