Who will take care of me?

Who will take care of me?

I am a worker at a construction site,

Unseen is my pity plight,

I labour sun up to sun down every day,

In a hope to eat one meal a day.

Now that there is no work deal!

How will I eat that one meal?

I live under a plastic sheet,

With six members in my fleet,

My children play in a pile of sand and cement,

With barely enough habiliment.

Now there is no roof to sleep,

How will I dry my child’s weep?

I make the bridges that connect towns,

I make the tunnels that are architecturally profound,

Without me the pillars stand bare,

The under construction buildings ruined without care.

With not a brick being laid,

How and when will I get paid?

So many questions in my mind,

I stare at the many of my kind,

What a dilemma, I wonder,

Every way it is an uncertain future to ponder.

Do I stay under the plastic sheet?

Do I walk back miles to my native keep?

Should I go back to my hamlet?

To a place that is two days transit!