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
- Николай Заболоцкий – Движение
- Robert Burns: Lines Written In Friars’-Carse Hermitage:
- Fake Identity by Roberto Cocina
- The Blind Man by Théophile Gautier
- Beyond the Moon by Vachel Lindsay
- Юнна Мориц – Веселый завтрак
- A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M. poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- To the Victor by William Ellery Leonard
- The Most Exquisite Creature Of My Dreams by Mac McGovern
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Песнь соловья
- Synchronicity by Marina Cecilia Kohon
- Омар Хайям о людях: Стихи, рубаи о человеке Омара Хайяма – Poetry Monster
- In Prison by William Morris
- Meditations In Time Of Civil War by William Butler Yeats
- Freedom poem – Aminu Ola Rasaq poems | Poems and Poetry
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
