The dripping perspiration
It is as hot as blazes
The proletarians are cultivators
Their bodies no differ than a defunct being

Thee lash, breaking through the cutis
The sanguine fluid erupting unhurriedly
Again and again and again they whop
The perfect prerogatives will come one day

The expanded hours of hardened work,
Feet covered with ulcer

Again and again and again and again
Over and over and over and over
They walk,
They talk,
They stand
The equal prerogatives will come one day!

By: C.S.