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
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- Salutation poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep by Mary Frye
- Late Moon by Philip Levine
- Two Stranger Birds in Our Feathers by Mahmoud Darwish
- A Working Party by Siegfried Sassoon
- Robert Burns: To Dr. Maxwell: On Miss Jessy Staig’s recovery.
- Industrial Lace poem – Alice Fulton poems | Poetry Monster
- Shakespeare by Vachel Lindsay
- Lorelei by Sylvia Plath
- Love Is A Parallax by Sylvia Plath
- Robert Burns: Man Was Made To Mourn: A Dirge:
- Passing by Shaunna Harper
- I Shout Love by Milton Acorn
- Аля Кудряшева – Слишком уж зол ветер
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