Why do you beg for sympathy
When you suffer so much less than me?
Can you just once pull up your boots
And cherish your blue collar roots?
Pain comes with the job you do
And opportunities are few
Compare your life to someone else
Whose lifes not neat upon a shelf
Some days I think you shed a tear
And turn away with signs of fear
We use the same tools every day
But still your pain dont match your pay
Please grow up once and be a man
Or give your job to one who can
Take it and at least might try
Without us listening to him cry!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tell it, brother! good poem!