Siddh groaned, his back straining though not his nature to do much complaining...

Digging ditches without much bitchin...

His boss yelling,
Siddh's feet swelling,
the boss worshipping
his wallet and rupees...

There must be a better life, more food, things for my children, wife...

Listen boss, said, Siddh,
he was being paid about 195 rupees ($2.62) a day, a fraction what he made as a mason...

But, the pandemic situation had ended that dream, and now digging
ditches was his only means...

"This must stop!"

Siddh, stated, "The workers are exhausted," and in need of rest,

the wages we earn, even dogs would protest!

"We toil night and day,
digging these pits, but
the money we're making
you would have fits!"

Though I welcome this
work when few jobs are available...

I fear the sanctity of my
mind will soon be vacant,
assailable...

His boss said,

"Be grateful for the wages you earn, or a bridge you might eventually burn."

He said rainwater was already collecting in the trenches and hills, which were earlier barren, isn't that a thrill?

Siddh replied, "Yes the hills are becoming lush and green," but each day my family grows more desperate and lean."

A raise would be greatly
appreciated, have I not
been faithful and hard
working though half
emaciated?

Wealth is made to be rightly shared, have a heart and show the lord
that you truly care...

The fortune you created
capitalized on hardship,
wrongful deeds, workers
barely making a living...

Search deep within your soul and heart and one day through the Lord you'll be surely forgiven...

The workers souls could
use more comfort and love, be like Jesus, have mercy and angels will joyously sing

God's

Praise

From above...

© Charles Kemp