We the working masses
slaves to the wage
endure places of occupation
willing away each day
each week
to be free, to lay in bed
counting the days
to be paid
the process, the grind
overtime
it all becomes
laboured
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That certainly sums up the plight of many and the receive little or no recognition for what they do.