Working Stripes Whistles invade my peaceful slumber The sound belts for my electronic warden As I rub the sleep from my mind. Time to rise and pay my dues For I cannot depend on society For care or shelter So I imprison myself Morally chained to labor’s wall And watch the free sun rise and fall Night is my courtyard That in which I walk with bowed head For time is the barbed fence surrounding me Worn bare by the passing hours I must rest and replenish For energy is needed To watch the free sun rise and fall
Darren Anderson's questions:
1) Is the theme too obvious?, or does the reader get a strong image that, to this character, his work is a dreadful prison, and he is the warden.
2)Does the reader get a good mental image of this character and situation?
3)What kind of job does the character have? What does the reader feel towards this?