Battle Weary Worker Poem by Walter C. Edwards
Battle Weary Worker
When I have to wake up,
in the morning,
I pull myself in pain,
the earth is tugging at me,
once again,
I place myself in morning,
to the coming day,
sun is bright before me,
but all I see is gray,
battle weary worker,
tortured by economic forces,
on the line for my own liberty,
feel that in this war,
I am losing my mind,
and dignity.
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4/24/2024 2:45:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
very good poem on liberty. sun is bright.thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.