Working Men

Hear our complaints!

Some have ladders to the divine,
And pluck the sweetest fruits of our labor..

They get a dollar, while we get a dime.
Yet, none can buy, or escape time..

Hear our cries! That roaring thunder sound..
As we chant,
Six feet under, we all lie on equal ground..

© Diana Ganić

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