They said hard work pays
They said you reap what you sow
Such a wonderful principle of work
A quitter never wins and a winner never quits
Drove us to with every grain of life in us
To build castles and mansions for their promises
Their materials were not enough to make them living
The living as we are was to do that
So with everything that gave us life,
We gave them life and remained empty
It was not made of sand and cement or any material,
But our labor consisting of our sweat, time, and health
That is what raised them to the skies we had never reached
They are now with first class security
But we can’t afford a watchman or a gate for our imaginary homes
Tall and colorful, big and magnificent but
lived in by those, who can’t even lay bricks!
They are lived in by those who can’t even nail a wood.
The real beings who labored to make it the god it is are somewhere
Numbered with the slum dwellers
and cumbered with debts their sweat has not paid
Yet it was lost yet it was spent to give life
They are supplied with servants to do everything in them
But we are trodden to the Earth from which we raised them
Our water is gray yet they have the clean one
It flashes their toilets while we have to suffer with poor hygiene
We planted too much it has left us with bruises
It sent some of us to the grave
These sunken eyes and boney ribs were our reward
The harvest is much yet our share is not
Our in put was much and now our pay a
hand-to mouth vicious circle
We can’t afford anything apart from food for some days
But we have built castles!
When shall we sleep in one?
We have made mansions they are worshipping!
When shall we have such a scene before us?
We sowed well and good seeds, we need the same harvest
It was always about the service and not the servant!
It is always about the building and not the builder!
A brick matters more than us
When we fall, we are weak and lazy they says not caring what we give up
When a brick falls, we’re fired for it is more of value than us because they spent buying it
A mistake costs it all to soil and be useless
A thousand good deeds are immediately forgotten
And the one bad unintended makes all of them worthless
Yet we’d to endure a thousand iron fists hitting us
And had one reason to do our work
The only good deed that is supposed to be in the list of bad ones
That’s the life we and those like us have been left with
And the important ones enjoy of our sweat
Not our children nor grandchildren because we don’t deserve it
With little education and limited resources,
The world’s gift to us is a generational slavery one by which
Our children’s children will still be haunted yet we
make theirs’ dreams come true
Who will pour him or herself for us
And see our dreams come true?
For though we stopped dreaming a long time ago, We still have dreamers
people who want to reap what they have sown
People who want the equivalent payment for their hard work
Who will be a bank unto us?
Where we don’t keep money for we have not a cent or any worthy property
But we have our lives!
We have our sweat and hard work
We need a bank for them all that whoever will want it of us,
Some one who can see what we give up for all that is
Someone who believes that he or giveth, receiveth
Will you be the one?
For we know if it is not you’ it is someone you know
Who is reaping thorns and weeds for an apple they planted
We hope you’ll be the one to change it.
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