The Best Labour Poem

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the city's streets

Lies a group of people that often goes unseen

Working long hours, through rain and heat

With calloused hands and tattered jeans

They are the workers, the backbone of society

The ones who build our homes and pave our roads

Without them, progress would be a rarity

And the fruits of our labor would remain untold

They wake up before dawn, before the sun has risen

And return home long after the day is done

Their bodies weary, their spirits unbroken

For their families, for their futures, they push on

They toil in factories, in mines, and in fields

Enduring the dangers that come with their trade

But for their efforts, we reap countless yields

And yet their sacrifices often go unplayed

Some work for minimum wage, struggling to make ends meet

Others are skilled craftsmen, experts in their field

But regardless of their job or their social standing

Their hard work is what helps our society yield

They build our homes and schools with steady hands

Create the goods we use and the food we eat

Their sweat and toil are the backbone of our lands

And yet their labor is often considered cheap

We take for granted the luxuries they provide

The roads we drive on, the power we use

Without their tireless work, we would be deprived

Of the amenities we often abuse

So let us pause and take a moment to appreciate

The workers who make our society thrive

Let us recognize their struggles and celebrate

Their contributions that keep us alive

For they are the unsung heroes of our time

The ones who keep our world turning round

Their hard work and dedication, a noble climb

That deserves more than just a simple sound

So let us thank the workers, each and every one

For their unwavering efforts and endless drive

And let us remember that their labor is never done

For they are the ones that help us truly thrive.