Illegitimate by Marjon Van Bruggen

Standing at the corner, shoulders down

looking for work, meester, looking for work

I speak the Inglisch, meester,

give me the toil, give me the work___

 

Stuff needs to be done, so you and you

 

load up the truck

get on the ladder

work on your knees

don´t smell the glop

wash all the dishes

lay on the brick

smooth the cement

pick the ripe fruit

you mind the babies

empty the waste.

 

The luggers, haulers, pushers, pullers,

grunters and heavers

shoulders down

caps furled tight above the ears

swarm at the approach.

Give me the work, meester,

please.

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