[Original - Poetry] Sing Hey! For the Kitchen Minions

Sing Hey! For the Kitchen Minions
(and for those with the nameless moniker)

Here’s a little song, to the unknown workers,
bent-backed, hands a blur, whirling round'n'round
in a hot as hellfire place.

Here’s a little song, ho! Forth, nameless slave!
Who never sees the light of day, stoking the bonfires
of toasters and microwaves.

This is merely a [little] song to the ones who have fallen on the way -
Yes, those victims of disgruntlement and greed
now gone to a brighter day.

For them let us have silence.

……………………

Let us end this little song, with a toast - chock full of bliss -
for those whose hands continue to work at the speed of bullets:
To all of you, a kiss!