Salt harverting in Vietnam, by Quangpraha
Mr E, family and slave
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.
The poem Mr E, family and slave- I guess most of us can relate!
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