Sons of Sweat
By Reggie Ibarreta
The afterglow of our society was still never ended
And the afflicted situations were always be the same
The unjust distribution of power and wealth as an ageless problem
Which I would never expect that they can heal our twinge.
We are the sons of sweat!
The said backbone of our beloved country
Who were always be in the tails of bitter ender
In the blaze of hell in the tyrannical living.
The admittance for our rights still never open
Our work is not worth living
And those few peoples enjoy the fruit of our sweat.
We are the sons of sweat
The victims of this unequal universe
While still looking for allegiance of equality
We are in the anima of anguish and cruelty.
We are the sons of sweat
the offspring of valor's in the history
The earnest peasant of works and deeds
But then, we suffered from dysphoria of impassivity.
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