The Invisible Army

September 10, 2009 at 11:02 am (cheap labour, Ethics, Human Rights, poetryreading, Prose Poems, Qatari culture, Society, work)

 

The Invisible Army

They wrap their dry faces with dirty cloth

And if they are lucky, a plastic helmet

 

The sun is squashing them, like we squash a moth

And we leave them lying dead, burning, till we collect them at sunset.

 

They are canned in the bus

Then canned in their rooms

 

They have no expressions

They were wiped out

By the sun, by the dust, by the law, and by us

 

They try to run away from the burning sun

They try to remove the never ending dust

But there is nowhere to run, from the dust nor the sun

 

All you can see behind that never ending yellow dust

Is their broken souls, through their eyes, looking at the shiny cars

 

 They are not as human as we are

For they are nothing but workers

We don’t want them in our shopping malls

For they are polluters

 

We choose not to see them

We choose to forget about them

 

This invisible army that builds our country

Remains invisible behind the never ending yellow dust and bright burning sun

construction-worker-dubai 

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