Whose hearts are caged by the wage of their lives

A darkish sort of day, as we move deeper into January.  The temperature is dropping and the wind is rising.  This is literal, not a metaphor (but it could be).

Spotify sent me this today.  I like it.  It's like four different poems, read forwards and then backwards, like a tide.  In this days of extreme weather, the first verse seems particularly apt.