We are a nocturnal race.
Sun is a mystery to us, simply because it is gone
when we enter the world.
We conduct internal genocide.
Each would gladly slaughter another
just to take their place.
We are slaves to society.
We work in the shadows of our sweatshop
unknown to the outside world.
We get minimal recognition,
as all our work goes into an
instance of use.
Yet we endure the pain
because it is all we know.
It is all we wish to be.
It is what we love.
And those instances, each one,
holds nothing compared to what was
put into the work.
Yes, we suffer for a lifetime.
But each "Yes", each "Good Job",
each standing ovation,
That makes us who we are.
A proud race.
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