Rubbing hands with glee

Little business man short and fat,

Rubbing his hands with glee,

Feeding off others misery,

Then along comes corporate man,

Full of knowledge and dough,

A gold lined cloak,

Little man full,

On misery and self hate.

People Versus the Globalisation of Machinery

I was given another theme to write a poem about, what do you think?

 

Hand in soil,

Back breaking work,

The job was done,

Then man brought a machine along,

Pounding the earth all day long,

Soon the work for people had all gone.