A group of people get inside the bus,
Comes down from the bus.
They are about fifteen, with digging hoe, in hand.
The black people of village.
They are going to work, in row.
They are labour,
Mixed with soil, sweat and salt.
I can recognize their sweat and salt,
Sweat and salt of hard worker man.
I can hear their heart beat,
The heart beats of most ordinary man.
They made strong the axe of man,
With their blood.
They are man.
They enrich the moving history,
The evolutionary history of man.
They are man.
They are labour.
They are walking in row,
With digging hoe in hand.
I feel united with them.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- forever blue by Steve Troyanovich
- Reaping poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Doomes-Day: The Fifth Houre by William Alexander
- The First Part: Sonnet 1 – In my first years, and prime yet not at height by William Drummond
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Что шумишь
- Song from Aella by Thomas Chatterton
- I Just Wanna Be Your Valentine by Miraj Patel
- The Bride poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Purity by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Hip by William Somervile
- Олег Бундур – Бесконечность
- Fragment of Song—“My Jean!” by Robert Burns
- Gazel poem – Yahya Kemal Beyatli poems | Poetry Monster
- The Taxi poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- At Ease by Walter de la Mare
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