The Worker's Flag

The Worker’s Flag

Still they trudge
Homeward bound
Alongside the highway
With the eye of the red sun
Peeping at them from the western sky
As it prepares its blue bed
For its children the merry stars
To come back home
And rest their silver sparks

Home is a long way
If the stomach is empty
After a long day of toil
Behind monsters of machines
In the echoing factory
That threaten to maim limbs
As they produce
What the machine operator
Will never afford to purchase

Still they trudge
Homeward bound
It is a long way home
If steep slopes separate it from work
That must be negotiated
As they rise and fall
Blow and billow
And the weary body is burdened
By thoughts of debts
And hunger and anger
As to the west
The twilight sun sets
Its colours the country’s flag