30 or so clay bricks
\non their heads piled high
\nthen they have to carry them
\nyou might ask yourselves why
\nbecause apart from Donkeys
\nand Mules there are no trucks
\nits really rocky harsh terrain
\nwith a beautiful blue sky<\/p>\n
a richness seldom contemplated
\nanywhere below
\nthe colours are so vivid
\nthey almost have a glow
\nbut the sandy rocky countryside
\nhas heaps of shifting sand
\nand a bleaching sun to worry
\nabout and to understand<\/p>\n
in this inhospitable of places
\nbricks are made from clay
\ndug from the earth
\nthe graft is hard
\nand under a hut a way
\nwith little water
\none soon begins to
\nunderstand what’s worth<\/p>\n
water is for example
\nsome shade to calm one’s soul
\nbut these men have to slave in it
\nand, they must control
\ntheir intake and their diet
\nits a pretty basic place
\nwhen the wind blows sand all over
\nand fixes on your face<\/p>\n
now imagine the poor donkeys
\nthe voiceless one’s for they
\nhave to carry massive loads
\nback and forth each day
\nthey struggle at the best of times
\nbut clearly when their tired
\nand have too many bricks on board
\nwe’ve watched as they expired<\/p>\n
gasped a long dry rasping cry
\nand sank onto their knees
\ncuts and lacerations
\nwhere the bricks did slowly squeeze
\ntore a gaping wound along
\ntheir backs, and each time they, walked
\nthe pain must have been cutting
\nwhich is why some say<\/p>\n
and fell spread eagled
\ndownwards, onto the hot sand
\nand gasped just one more time
\nwho can understand
\nthe futility of over loading
\nanimals like this
\nworking them to death
\nin fact
\nsomething most resist<\/p>\n
but the animal cannot slow down
\nfor he’s kicked and whipped if he
\ntries to show his true fatigue
\nhe must die for he cannot plea
\nbut the pain and the exhaustion
\nmust just overwhelm his heart
\nand finally they sink into the sand
\nand fail to start<\/p>\n
bleeding from various foot wounds
\nI mean they have to climb
\non shifting sands
\nand what it needs
\nis a brand new paradigm<\/p>\n
somehow some encouragement
\ninstead all that its gets
\nis kicked by some fat dealer
\nwho has his whip and sweats
\nthe body tired and finished
\ncan’t take this dire approach
\nand will just collapse completely
\nits not something, we can broach
\nits not because of the animals
\nits the lack of verdant grass
\nand the lack of understanding
\nof the egg shells as we pass<\/p>\n
making bricks is hard work
\ncarrying them is too
\nthe sun the heat
\nthe dust
\nthe feet
\nthe back and shoulders do
\ngive out when their extended
\ntheir sore when they are not
\nNepal has dealt the young men there
\ncards with not a lot<\/p>\n
of luck now that’s attached to them
\nand many are just shot
\nand die because of heavy bricks
\nthat are frozen to the spot
\ncut deeply into living bone
\nwhere the skin’s been wearing thin.<\/p>\n
its a really nasty wild unkind
\nwind that blow these days
\nand draws up sand depositing it
\nin, all sorts of ways
\ninto the hair and on the skin, and into one’s ears
\ntoo
\nit really is a smothering cloud
\nthat bends your back for you<\/p>\n
the venom that’s behind it all
\nand the massive dumping power
\nthat throws great heaps of rubble too
\nand not a tree or flower
\ncan take that might at any time
\nfor its forced, to withdraw
\nand rest up and be sheltered
\nwhich only the mad ignore<\/p>\n
and donkeys that have sunk into the sand
\nits doubtful they
\nwill climb into the heavens
\nvia the milky way
\nits doubtful they will ever move
\nfor them a step too far
\nthey are lost and gone forever
\nno longer is there a star<\/p>\n
to follow its so painful
\nand when no one seems to care
\nthey pile bricks and more bricks
\nthe mule knows, he’s aware
\nbut the master wants the bricks away
\nnot sitting in the store
\nand so however hard one works
\nyour expected to do more<\/p>\n
and the victims fall like
\nsummer flies
\nand they hit the floor
\nwrestling with their pallid wings
\nthat were working, before
\nbut now their flimsy energy
\nhaving lost the power to be
\nin this grotesque “round up” land of ours
\nits for perpetuity<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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