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
- A Paralell Between Bowling And Preferment by William Strode
- The Freedom Of Poetry by Ndue Ukaj
- Armless Enemies by Satish Verma
- The Progress of Spring poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Николай Заболоцкий – Портрет
- Two Hundred Years After by Siegfried Sassoon
- Николай Языков – Весна
- On His Grotto at Twickenham poem – Alexander Pope
- Late Light by Philip Levine
- In Thoughtless Mind by Satish Verma
- A Traveller’s Guide to the East Indies by S. K. Kelen
- The Sultans Palace
- States! by Walt Whitman
- The End Of The Library by Weldon Kees
- On A Bath, By Plato by William Cowper
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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).
