Unfortunate

I am a labor worker

Brought to the Persian Gulf

Sad is my story

However I am willing to tell

I came here

A short time ago

It seems like centuries

Ages ago

Life at home had turned into hell

It just wasn’t easy

My problems just grew like weeds

I just couldn’t go on

I was told I could find

Better circumstances

I had heard that

Life was easier in the persian gulf

I left home

My wive and children

I gave up everything

For a new hope

I gave my fragile life

For my enduring promising dreams

But I ended up

Giving it all up for you

Fifteen hours a day

I sweat my way

Building you a huge golden empire

Just to amuse you

Every intense, hard day

I risk my thread like life

Making malls and movie theaters

Trying to keep my job

While you live in

A high class, air-conditioned house

While you drive your

Brand new Land Cruisers

My skinny, weak bones suffer

I nearly die

But who would care?

No one cares

I do your everyday work

But you tell me to do more

You don’t have your own people work

There too busy making money

Killing me during the day

Try the same at night

My labor camp is a murderer

As the blood runs down the walls

All I want is a real job

I want to make my family happy

To see my child joyful

And my wive proud of me

If I do your dirty, filthy chores

And you are desperate without me

If I keep saving you money then

I am a hero

Power is what you have

Power is what I want!

I want my rights!

I want to be considered a human!

Just take away my tortured soul

or I will myself

Or just help me!

By Leila