Unsung Heroes

I am the lost one, the faceless worker,

My toil built glorious civilizations, brick by brick

My journey through time is a painful one,

Full of sorrows and unsung efforts

I worked with an empty stomach, covered in mud,

My rough hands and tired body never rested

I lost my youthfulness to build those monuments,

Only to be pushed out when the work was done

History remembered the names of the elite,

But forgot the struggles of our class

We were the ones, who laid the foundations,

Yet, our contributions are kept masked.

Today, the story is not much different,

The modern working class still bears the burden.

Exploited, underpaid, and struggling to survive,

Their pain and sorrows are often ignored.

They work long hours, for little pay,

And their blood and sweat are easily dismissed.

Their voices are silenced, their rights denied,

And their struggle is often met with resistance.

So let us stand together,

And fight for our rights and dignity

Let us connect with our journey, our struggles,

And work towards a world that is just and fair for all.