by Daryn Davies

Created on: October 23, 2010

THE CYCLE OF LIFE

Mere mortals are unable to comprehend

What miners view as they slowly descend

Into those deep, dark satanic halls

Sad stories of men inscribed in the walls.

With exhaustion on the tip of every tongue

No word is spoken to correct each wrong

For the owners hold the casting vote

As vast profits you doth hear them quote.

The trucks are filled without question

The need for food requires discretion

As careless words lead to starvation

In this poor and impoverished nation.

As the miner shivers in his cold house

Holding close his faithful spouse

His life being constantly under threat

With the pick and shovel is only asset.

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