(after C. M. van den Heever)
They do appear laughing and joking,
some do hurry to places where brothels do their thing,
while with forced overtime the sun dies
and lines are cut in young faces and tiredness is in their eyes
from factories and hot buildings and labour that do sting,
others go to poverty and a young wife and child
while the country seems lawless and wild,
some pray to God to take care of everything,
some do hurry to places where brothels do their thing.
[Reference: "Die fabriekwerkers"(The factory workers)by C. M. van den Heever.]
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