International Labor Day Poem Poem by Tom Zart

Our workers are our saviors
The redeemers of every race.
From those who built the pyramids
To the rockets for outer space.

With our fingers weary and worn
And our eyelids heavy and red
We feel we've earned God's blessings
As we lay down our sleepy head.

After death there’ll be lots of rest
Though the living must suffer toil
For everything that man must have
Comes from the air, the sea and soil.

'Yes' labor is part of life on Earth
For without it we make no gains.
By work we receive life's rewards
As fortunes are made by our pains.

Happiness and income help prolong our days
Though most human joys are swift of wing.
Heaven allots how much we’ll have
As of love, wealth and deliverance we sing.


By God’s Poet
Tom Zart
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