I am so cold and I am wet
The day is dark the mood is set.
The rain is pouring down outside
And from the damp you shall not hide.
The wind is blowing out there, too,
But still we have to work right through
As going home don’t pay the bills
You have to stay and face the chills
Can’t feel your hands from icy tools
And here we are the working fools.
To pay our taxes and our dues;
That government’s then take and lose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem