The One That Matters

The one that matters
is not of a number value;
for he has tirelessly
spent his time for others' sake,
has toiled in the scorching summer sun.

For a thousand tonnes of sweat he drops
He gets, not enough to feed his crying stomach;
but not a grain, even of that he takes.
Though hard work he does all day and night,
a human he is after all.
(And last I heard, they feed the tender first..)
from their smiles he feeds himself (with love).
Not a thought of today's sorrows he bears;
The tired thin body - The confused thick soul,
He sleeps through the night and awakens at dawns' first sight.

In the arms of unjust roots this world stands upon and In the sorrowful illusions of joy,
where men may watch to clap their hands but not to lend them for a brothers blood,
 The world doth see him everyday, but knows not,
 That hes the one that matters...

Reviews

[Elizabeth]

This is stark and lovely all at once. I feel that I may have walked past this man. Or perhaps he made one of the tee shirts for sale in the store I frequent? This is uncomplicated, apolitical and brief. I hear you loud and clear. Thank you.

[blackbelief]

At least there are people like you who understand this. I am very thankful for the review!

[Elizabeth]

I'm thankful to have read it.

[Emily B]

sometimes reading a stray poem in the cafe feels a lot like experiencing someone's soul

thank you for laying yours bare

[blackbelief]

'M Obliged.