Worker's Afterthought Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Toils and sweat
World’s upheavals
Revolutions in my name
The surplus counted
In terms real
Alienation and the slogan
'Workers of the world unite'
There I stand with no change in my life
The rule that I did in my proletariat revolution
The bourgeoisies I chased
In a stateless society
I lost will and faith
In my scientific definitions
To the utopia of a society
Without the shackles of state
Forced dislocations and the dogmatic politics
There I stand with my toils and sweat
In search of wage
No one knows I have desires
Beyond the science of economics and theories
Ridden with emotion swayed by the tide
No rescue I see my work still unpaid
Return from where I began the journey long
The intellectual vanguard the bureau of the polits
Long is my march small my desire
Accept my individuality and honor my work
Go beyond the science to the realm of feeling
Give the banner back
A revolution I can lead
The friction I did enough its time to reconcile
From the pigeon hole living let me breath fresh
Of art I know nothing but work I do
To the toils of my being let add some emotion
Out of the prison to some green of the garden
A worker I am but is it the law
Law of nature that inequality shall prevail
I know nothing
Is some one there to make me understand
What is the reality
And the nature of my being