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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=560711" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Laborer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the sizzling heat of the afternoon<br>Clothes drenched and shoes filled with sweat<br>Last nights long shift makes the body ache<br>In growing age when the muscle is the only strength<br>The will like faith growing stronger with each passing day<br>A disease knocking at the visceral parts of the body<br>Joints now like the hinges in the machine need oil<br>Moved in hundreds and like all others<br>Away from the family and the little ones memory<br>A letter from the home in need of money<br>For the doctor’s fee as education is forlorn desire<br>Minimum wage half robbed by the supervisor<br>And like a true competition in economics<br>Out on the metal gates a replacement is waiting<br>Alienated from the production of the product<br>Creating surplus for the consumption of the rich<br>His toils are in the shine of the markets in goods glittering<br>Unaware of the political upheaval <br>No care for his welfare<br>He has no future; his children will also work like him<br>The power of the muscle, will and faith<br>He is a laborer who if not given the job<br>Will go for a daily wage and sleep on the road side<br>Poverty is his bread, poverty his butter<br>Poverty that alienates<br>Poverty the missing link<br>Poverty the slogan<br>Poverty it said is loved by the prophets<br>Poverty it said is gods chosen creed<br>Poverty the banner<br>Poverty the tears<br>Poverty the helplessness<br>Poverty the consciousness<br>Break it free<br>The ordained writing on the book of fate<br>To bring it down<br>Open its pages<br>Remove the names<br>Of all the people poor<br>Break it free<br>The pages they call divine<br>For divinity is me<br>Divinity is you<br>For I shall write<br>My own destiny<br>On the book of fate<br>Up from the skies<br>Down to the earth<br>In poverty I will live<br>But on my own choosing<br>Break the bond<br>Of eternal slavery<br>Poverty<br>Thou art the bitterest vice</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sadiqullah+Khan">Sadiqullah Khan</a><div class=q>
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Clothes drenched and shoes filled with sweat
Last nights long shift makes the body ache
In growing age when the muscle is the only strength
The will like faith growing stronger with each passing day
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