High above the city streets,
On a fragile rope, they stand,
With weathered hands and weary feet,
They paint the walls with steadfast hand.
Wearing chappals, no shoes to protect their soles,
No insurance to protect their lives,
Just a flimsy rope to hold,
As they risk it all, to survive.
For two square meals a day,
They gamble with their fate,
Their families far away,
Their dreams, they can’t negate.
The builder’s least concern,
Is for their safety and their plight,
But still they toil, these modern serfs,
In the pitfalls of our modern site.
Oh, construction workers brave,
We pray for your safety and your health,
May your spirits never waver,
And your dreams find wealth.
Guchi.
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