The Labourer - Poem by manoelle perez
burden.. burden the impasse of life
for hundred.. hundred of years
theres's no dignity and future
slavement of the local exploiting classes
the wealth that you were produced
where only for the sake of inisatiable kings
they were happy to the burden that you have
that is the time that you can concur
through the strength of prolatarist that terminate
the exploitations of the dominant and exploiting classes..
'workers of the world unite,
you have nothing to lose but your chains..'
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