Physical and frustrating –
The job that I do.
I work and not poo –
I work and not pee,
I tire where I rest,
I squat where I sleep,
I starve where I eat
That there is but one thing to do;
To leave the job and wait for death.
Physical and frustrating –
The job that I do.
As heavy as a block –
A big block of stone
Rolled onto my path
For me to trip and fall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem