Friday, 31 July 2015

Without Us.

Without Us.

You, yes you in your Armani suit and Gucci watch,
don't judge me by the label on my shirt.
I've no need for labels,
my worth is etched on my face,
emgraved on my hands.
I'm the power that tore roads through mountains
dragged logs across the earth.
Brick by brick
these hands built your "DESIRABLE RESIDENCE",
My sister made your fancy suit,
What we create we can destroy
and recreate for ourselves.
Don't you know,
without us,
you stand cold, hungry, naked?

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