good honest hard work
never killed anyone is a lie
no one in the historical
graveyard skeleton history
etched on exhausted bones of sixteen
hours work a day slavery
worked six days a week
in bound crucible lifestyles ghost gone
in eras civilization passed
will rise up in memory grave testimony
will roll over in the grave to moan at lid coffin
closed denying lie hard work never killed anyone
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem