Heat and Sweat, and dust I know,
And Bricks and Bricks and Bricks,
Twenty years from now what will I have to show?
Just Bricks and Bricks and Bricks.
My wife with me, no shade in sight,
To people passing by, we don’t exist,
Clothes dirty, what do we care or know of right and wrong,
Just Bricks and Bricks and Bricks.
With the dying Sun comes rest at last,
I find me with my little infant, crying in the dust,
I am too tired to hear his cries,
Where is my God on whom I can trust?
We pass by like shadows, unseen and unfelt,
It used to hurt before, but now it only pricks,
By the end of the day, this is how we too feel,
Like Bricks and Bricks and Bricks.
Art by Brad Spencer.