Vicente Añonuevo

Rookie (september 27,1988 / philippines)

The Labourer - Poem by Vicente Añonuevo

Hundred years you mould the societies in the world
Civilization was founded through your blood and sweat.
The palace of the Kings were built through your labor forces..
And you are the one who dug-up the luxuries that were attributed by the
Greedy men.

Burden.......Burden the impasse of life.
For hundred....Hundreds of years

There's no dignity and future
Enslavement of the local exploiting classes
The wealth that you were produced
Where only for the sake of insatiable kings

They were happy to the burden that you have
That is the time that you concur
Through the strength of proletariat 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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 19, 2008


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