May Day Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

They had a claim, logical,
That some meanly labelled as farcical,
The anarchists in thousands were struggling for an 8-hour day,
Not caring for rise in pay.

Chicago was trembling the most,
People of all colours got prepared to earn the right at any cost,
No smoke curled up from the tall chimneys of the factories,
The streets turned into human-seas.

Five rebels in 1887 smilingly sacrificed their precious breath,
1904 marked the workers' victory bringing their wanted wreath.