Poetry challenge 3
They scream and they fight
Foreign labourers are stealing their jobs
Would the government hear their plight?
It’s ironic though, I think,
Many of these said same wronged citizens
Would not face the brazen truth
Most laze and graze on the work
You’ve to scout and drag ‘em
Every other day and yet
At the end it of the week
They demand full pay
Retrogress, stress, loss and pests
The other guys,
They get the job done and they return
Hardly ruckus to raise a fuss
Progress, profits, peace of mind
I say if they must,
You want the job, fellas?
Get your arses up and get busy
You like biting dust
© Devina S.
I can’t remember exactly what was said but the poem gets to the gist of it.