I Pray

I Pray I harvest black gold And buried sunshine In an underground tunnel With hammers , picks and shovels I ride a rail cart to get around I wear a hard , black hat And carry a flashlight I’m coated in powdery charr Whose substance is used to make fuel and electricity I crawl on all fours Lost one too many fellow to this work Digging too deep or too wide can lead to a roof collapse and wipe us all out Some were buried alive in this mine Others suffer and die outside to black lung: Coal and black dust Slowly clogging the lung Causing suffocation Thick air and oxygen deficiency Causes suffocation , too Some coal mines have ventilation To control and minimize the mixing of methane gas , coal dust and outside air To prevent explosions Ours doesn’t We’re always on the lookout Just wanna get in and get out My family prays everyday I head out And I do, too Marckincia Jean Narrative 06/09/19