Dreams of the dreamer

Ask me who,
And it's not me who answers,
but a thousand men in arms,
brandishing pitchforks and farmer's steel.
Asking for wages we so deserved.

Ask me when,
And tell me it isn't just now,
Tell me it has always been,
Lazing in fields leaving crops untended.
Ask yourself when has it changed.

Tell me what,
And what have i done,
What have you done to deserve,
all the incentives in the world.
And ask yourself, what we did wrong.

Show me where,
Where have i done wrong,
Where have i done less,
lesser than you or you more than me.
Show me, I've really done less.

And show me how,
just once again, how you 'begged'
me to do work,
for i saw none of begging, only commanding,
and how am i supposed to comply.

Bloody arseholes.