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The capitalists have ordered to make a mouth for the earth

To get the black gold out,

Something for the coal miners to cheer about,

Ready the manual workers are to drag coal from dirt.

The miners find both heaven and hell within,

Sustain the toils holding the souls in hands,

Some lose sanity, some bid goodbye to their loved organs,

The ones like D.H. Lawrence’s father dive into the ocean of sin.

Yet life like the invincible time goes on,

Yet the children dream of a future better

But the bitter world loves to conspire

Against those who barely anything own.

Frustration keeps mocking

At the labourers as if a burden to carry forever

Or a virus spreading from one heart to another,

Keeps the handful of peace perishing.

The money mongers don’t ever perceive the sweats and blood,

They like Iago and Bard’s fourth witch are ruthless creatures,

Only discern the language of the spiralling numbers

And the miners watch the charitable sky searching for God!