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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Poem 1 ; Group Poem .













I work in the day and in the night
All I ever wished for was a stable life and a steady income to feed my family
But everyone ignored my existence and feelings

My cries were unheard, my feelings were unknown
I slogged like a bull but all I get is a little pay
I scrimp and save and tolerated those insults
What do I get in return? Nothing at all…

Life seemed so dull and meaningless
There's no aim in life
I’ve got no determination to move on
I’m looked upon as a pest that gets in others’ way
People never thought that without us nice furnished buildings would not exist

I don’t even have the time to take a break
I'm like a busy bee that's being “entertained” daily
By the time I reach home, it would have been midnight
After a nice shower, I go into bed for a so called good night sleep
But just four hours later and there I am getting ready for work again…

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