Masters

As a member of the serving class
You have to know your place
Be grateful for our magnanimity
In allowing you to clean our space

We pay you enough money
To entice you out of your bed
But we are not responsible
For your shelter, that you are clothed and fed

You see, you're not all that important
And you really don't work that hard
You try entertaining foreigners
Or keeping the country constantly on guard

You think you should be treated as human
No. You're insignificant, you're small
We are your lords and masters and
You'll wish you said nothing about pay at all

http://www.theguardian.com/society/2015/oct/19/foreign-office-cleaners-interserve-living-wage