My only desire is to serve,
But not even that will you give.
Just to be of use to others,
Is how I would be content to live.
I'm not above begging,
For an opportunity to contribute.
I may be inept.
I may be mute.
But I can still be useful.
All I need is the chance.
Self-loathing is my shield,
And devotion my lance.
Perhaps unequal to your volume,
But I can still add to the sphere,
Of human wisdom and culture,
So I won't disappear.
With a collar of idleness,
And guilt binding my wrists,
My efforts are hindered,
No matter how much my mind insists.
We'd all like to believe in our potential,
Of being workers most fervent.
But have you ever tasted the humiliation,
Of being branded not good enough to be a servant?