Back breaking work, a means to an end
Slums from the past seeming comfortable
Stuck in muddy fields daily, feeding the rich
Assuming a kyphotic position each night
His legacy for caring

Bringing them all from a foreign land
Accepting his fate as he had his exile
Poor, but rich in experience, he fought
Job satisfaction not a primary goal
His family’s survival, prioritized

Too proud to beg, to humble to complain
Fruits picked from their stems, the only answer
Easily the offer came his way
Detrimental health benefits hidden in his package
Paying the price for the requirement of recompense

Toiling with his injuries, now unbearable and irreparable
Sucked into a rat race run by vermin who bite
Whipped into action by rent he can barely afford
Retirement, an option only for his dreams
Medical attention, an impossible luxury