Farista Sairuv

Workers’ Lament

It’s me.

My heart pumps but it doesn't pump blood

It pumps agony and misery and nothingness

Time flows thick like the poison oil

That they have stained our river in

Every day is work work work

Until my mind and body are screaming

And they send us away with only pennies

This won't cover the cost of living

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