Salt harverting in Vietnam, by Quangpraha

I feel like a slave to the master

In a country governed by capitalism

I go to work and do the work given by my master

Is work creative and meaningful at all?

I question to myself but then I look at the reward

A biweekly paycheck to feed me and my family

I cannot complain but focus on my creativity

To solve the problem in collaboration with others

Because I am Mr. E

Who was once stung by a bee

Giving me a superhuman ability

To fly through the works at a super-fast pace

Although I am still a slave

Who waits for the clock to hit the evening

So that I can go to my family with treats

And hug my kids with love

Because I feel happy to be with them

As they are the world to me

And their will is my will

As I would do anything for them

Without thinking if and how it would cause me ill.