Workers Poems

Smirkers and Workers

On the Great Railroad to Hell...

Pure Evil...have Private Cars

$ipping on...the Best Brandy

$moking...Fat Cuban Cigars

Dark $ouls $mirk...as they Wave...Bye

Poor Souls Work...and Wait to Die

Sadly...I'm in Hell...as Well

And I Can't tell...Earth...from Hell

Over active dem ladies

When appearing in public as Droopy sad vote needy it just
 crumbles just as the millions of others.
Left with a guilty dialogue to chase? Please yourself
 and don't for once, your a grown up, you can don't know too.

Please visit Ventura and thousand oaks cities guys.
 Bring your spine it has a home here it's

Bees

BEES
social
arthropods

each with its own task
most of them are workers
drones mate the queen to lay eggs

"a union discord can't discard"

NEW WAVE ASCENDS

 NEW WAVE ASCENDS

Workers waul at leaders sold
who rush to airports cold 
in hospitals wan women wallow 
tattered children nothing to swallow 
ideals trickling through untilled soil

will dreams and intentions expire
before patient arthritic grandmothers tire 
softly rain filters Earth’s corners
nourishing hills, herbs and mourners 
life follows death singing afresh

surely New Wave ascends roaring 
freedom showers

Fell Asleep

Many fell asleep. 
They slept while many were killed in factories of death. 
This allowed for others to take over all of the land.
The system was working, and many worked to death, leaving no time to love and rest. 
They fell asleep, under the plan to kill and replace all they can. 
They wanted to

The Velvet Life

Oh, my love, your intoxicating eyes,
Like lotus flowers, your lips, a treasure to the skies.
Your waist, a velvet lotus, your voice, a cuckoo's call,
Leaves me breathless, and in heaven's thrall.
Show me your mercy, give me your soul,
Take me away from Satan's door, make me whole.
Oh, my love, my goddess, my peace, my heart,
Return to me,

Haitian Immigrants And Other Migrant Workers Do Not Eat Pets

Yes, this is a bad joke
Yes, this is a sad comedy
What an irony
What a parody
Smile and smirk, so you won’t be poked
What a hilarious lie! It is a travesty
Immigrants don’t eat pets
They eat beef, chicken, and pork
Like you and me. All bets
Are off. Let’s be serious and dark
Migrant workers are looking for jobs
What a spoiled

Honest Workers

For life's living
Honest workers
Deserve respect.

The poor bricks workers

I beheld them on the hottest summer of May,                     Are they bonded labours who lived in shanties?,       Yes,they were the pitiless kiln proprietor's prey ,    

Labour Day

Written 28 April 2024

“Genius begins great works. Labour alone finishes them.”
          Joseph Joubert

                                 

god's harvest workers

gods harvest workers the hungry cry out to you....
let reaping begin

children gather....their tears of hunger in the dust
waiting for full bowls

a band of famish circle their bellies....nursing infant's
mothers thirst 

o see the lord's laborers gather grapes and grain....
yes god is so good

eat the produce of the fields....read his word in 
bible nourished again

Forro Forro

She loved the fact that she
could use her beauty to
unleash her objectives and goales
upon men who wished to be freind
or kind to her. She flirted with my
wife and ignored me. I felt 
uncomfortable.
She "Atta Bouised" my wife
right in front of me. I got fifth-wheel
by this Chic who didn't even recognize my
relationship to my own wife.
Strange

Angel of the North

Built with rusted steel 
Steel mined by the workers’ hands
Faceless above crowds 
An angel not from the blue
But built with man’s blood and hope

Yearning To Breathe

We are the workers of this nation,
making less than it takes to survive.
We are the farmer in the cornfield,
the cowboy out on a cattle drive.

Factory drones at minimum wage,
the waitress that’s making even less.
We are all looking for that ladder,
to help us out of this stinking mess.

We are the colors of the spectrum,
We’re more than

Mandelas Birthday Poem

(Today is Tata MANDELA’S birthday. Freedom lovers all over South Africa are celebrating his legacy of Compassionate Love. I wrote this poem on his birthday when he was still alive. I am so grateful that I was humbled to serve in his government whilst he was President of the First National Democratic Government in South

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