The Long Queue
If only the sun would leave,
Perhaps our sweats will dry.
But who dares leave and cry?
Not that our tears we could weave,
Just that our eyes are dry for now.
This light shower is such a blessing.
Who dares run away from such,
When our bodies are heating this much?
Forget about our neat and smart dressing,
Many of the suits you see are borrowed.
Do not even say you are tired,
You have to be as strong as a tower,
Of what use if not work is a tyre?
When you get back to your hut you will take your shower,
Right now you must endure the bodies odour.
Do not grieve for us passerbyes,
We are all used to long queue like this,
Just pass us by and say your goodbyes,
Your pity and sympathy we don't need in times like these,
To last on the queue and get the employment form, one has be free of all emotions.
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