The Worker.

Author:Braley, Berton
Position:Work Poems - Poem

The Worker I have broken my hands on your granite, I have broken my strength on your steel; I have sweated through years for your pleasure, I have worked like a slave for your weal; And what is the wage you have paid me? You masters and drivers of men. Enough so I come in my hunger To beg for more labor again! I have given my manhood to serve you, I have given my gladness and youth, You have used me, and spent me, and crushed me And thrown me aside without ruth; You have shut my eyes off from the sunlight--My lungs from the untainted air, You have housed...

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