Essay:Sonnet for Workers

The days get very long

Working a full days worth

When the people way up high

Always when asked only lie

The days get very short

When you get a full days rest

And you cant afford to do more than hoard the old

But to make the ends meet you try your best

But be afraid not my dears

Even if rolling down your cheeks theres tears

For we have nothing to lose but our chains

We will struggle and we will fight

All through out the day and night

And emerge victorious