I sang from within my soul in the name of finding lasting peace,
My freedom is a fever to my body,
Each day that draws in out of the pain that I feel,
I never wanted to leave despite being hurt,
Hunger had gotten the best of me,
As my body announces to my soul that it needs refresh,
How do I settle this pain in the stomach if I do not settle my freedom first?
If my hunger is settled, my freedom has come,
That is the method of search for pitiable labor.
You might not have met hunger but some of us have. The pain in the neck isn't because we slept in a bad posture but because our stomach is empty even as we launch deep, working for our masters.
Pay the laborer his dues before his sweat dries,
That may be the only source for him to refresh is out gone strength,
If you were in the shoes of the man who cleans your garden,
Would you be able to accept what you offered him?
Pinch yourself first to see how it feels,
Now that the man have accepted your kind of servitude,
Do you want them to starve with their household,
Pay them when the time is due,
That's when the wage will be commensurate with their labor,
If you do otherwise it is only a labor of enslavement.
He goes home rejoicing that his little wage came in on time and now he steps to the mall to get a few things for home. This fund wont take them to the end for another pay time but they were happy that it came handy.
With her protruded Tommy she walked,
As the nurse ordered her around,
Pacing like a duck picking the worms,
Her water broke few moments ago,
It's a wild goose chase ordering her around,
Times when she cuddled in the cold night,
The embrace from his muscular arm,
And she wants more of him,
Now her song have changed,
All she could hear was push,
They pulled here with her leg open,
Opened enough as her bundle of joy pushes forward.
Every woman's dream is to carry her bundle of joy in her arms. But the pain of labor tears them apart. After that short period of pain, she wishes again to bring forth another newborn. The labor of our mothers keeps us closer to them and our affection for them grows stronger.
Any man who does not work let him not eat,
That's the reward for labor,
Keep keeping what you do to heart,
It is the life of man to labor for his daily bread,
Labor that is done with the whole of the mind,
Gets rewards and much more,
Your pride should be in what you do,
Your dignity too,
There could be injuries and disappointment,
Be glad always that you did something to be rewarded for,
Do not lazily look away from your responsibility,
And let the worth of your doings be known to you,
Cheat no one and never take that which does not belong to you,
There is dignity in labour, remember this, always.