If l may ask you;
Which day is this?
You may say
A death toll day.
Why death toll day?
If l may ask you,
Yes, death toll day,
Of hunger and of poverty.
Why of hunger and poverty?
Yes, lowest wage indeed,
It neither take us home;
Nor take care of our household.
Woe onto this labour day;
It neither celebrate bliss,
Nor talk of sublease
In our midst as if we are slaves.
They called it labour day;
Can we called it abortion day?
They called it May day;
As l called it moribund day.
The labour of our sweat;
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By the good, the bad;
And the ugly in our midst.
What a dilemma;
Camouflage into melodrama,
From clockwise direction;
Into anticlockwise deception.
The labour of our heroes past;
Can it be in vain?
Not at all down drain;
May we see the rain.
