Dark skin, black eyes, head of wavy curls
father of twelve, bills to pay, needs the job
He is an honest man
His desperation tempts your greed,
you have the upper hand and take advantage
with no regret you work him hard and long,
you pay him as little as you can
You know he won’t complain
He is an honest man
His hands are cracked, calloused,
and rough on his baby’s skin,
yet when he smiles you can see he is satisfied.
His toil is a gift offered to his father above.
He is an honest man
At night he sleeps the sleep of a working man,
his slumber deep and profound.
He is surrounded by his cherished ones.
His heart filled with love.
While you on the other hand sleep alone,
tossing and turning, choking on your avarice,
craving for the affection which eludes you.
Learn from him…
He is an honest man.
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