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Invisible Workers

Mankind from Khymor, Craiova, Brasnov,
Search for their paradise in England’s misty clime.
Porters, pickers, washer up cleaners,
trying to survive in uncertain times.
Curled asleep in corridors, hotel basements,
sending off their money to a distant shore.
The people of England rarely see their faces,
hiding in the kitchens, behind closed doors.
Nasty British racist with a Nazi tattooed forearm,
marching through the anger in his messed up head.
Insecure insensitive, danger combination,
loathing and hatred have been inbred.

The rhythmic structure of the poem is borrowed from "Cargoes" by John Masefield

15 Sep 10

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Very nice, realistic.  We do tend to 'not see' certain classes, even when we think we don't.
 — Isabelle5

Britain is a disgrace in terms of how it exploits a large portion of its work force and as the private sector moves in on the public sector work conditions and wages will only get worst, a bit like in the USA, supposedly the richest country in the world, but rich for who
 — larrylark