Is It Really Worker's Day
I push and pull
like a challenged bull.
At work they call me fool
they use me like a tool.
They say hard work pays
but still my salary delays
and this hurts
imagine I even pay tax.
I work everyday
but they don't listen to what I say.
I work until I sweat
but still peanuts I get.
I have children
they are many, eleven.
They attend school
things are not so cool.
Before I sleep, I cry
praying;
for my salary to be high
so that grocery I may buy
for my children to eat a pie.
When things go tough
all my friends laugh
as if it's funny
when I do not have money.
Today's it's Worker's Day
and yet I complain
as if I am insane
due to this pain
that cause my eyes-rain.
My job I want to quit
because I am no longer fit
due to how they treat
how they-me illtreat.
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Copyright © Sky Poet Sa | Year Posted 2018
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