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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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