Essay:Workers Dream (sonnet)

From factories in the urban to fields in rural,

we find ourselves fighting the same struggle.

The struggle to have our rights,

for which we fought so many fights.

Our rights to be a human being,

that can make a fair living.

Oh I wish for a world

where rights were much more than words.

This struggle my comrades is soon to end!

We shall rise and stop bending over for someone’s wealth.

We will lose our chains!

Oh my dear workers imagine the place,

where of freedom you get a taste,

we have nothing to lose but our chains!