They are not god or Master
But only human
And they work, they work, they work
Again and again
Years running like a river

And they are old
Sickness
Tired

Alone

They are not human
And they work like animals

They become like them

Because there are men
Who think they are god

They kill human
In their worker

And years running
Again and again
Like tears

They are not god or Master
They are not human
They are not animale

So what they are ?

And years running
Again and Again
And they are tired
They become empty
And year runing
Like a river
With their emotions
Their humanity