Death of Miners
written by: Abdulreza Alvari
My dad was a miner.
Hard working, honest, and gentle.
Working deep, and deep,
Very deep, the ground under.
Poor dad working so hard,
for long hours, morning till night.
Deep and deep, 700 meters the ground under.
To pass his family’s needy life,
And for sleeping he had whole night fight,
With fatigue, pain, and nightmare.
Had a low wage, very little, as much as,
some worthless pennies,
not enough he deserved,
Even if he was a gold finder.
I wished damn life,
Was to him and his friends,
The poor hard-working miners,
A little bit kinder.
He believed however, these are the virtues,
and good manners of an honest diligent worker.
Poor dad and his coworkers had an unlucky fate,
And were killed recently in a horrible blast.
They were gone, their children left as orphans.
They could be luckier and saved,
Not being killed, buried under tons of dirt,
If there was just a gas existence Warner.
Mom worried for dad, and prayed nights and days before.
Asking great God to save him of danger.
But, fate at last played its nasty role,
No matter what we liked, how we prayed.
Dad was gone, buried under tons of dirt
What we had, was his memory and what he said:
“Poverty is the outcome of a life time work of miners,
no matter how hard, and honestly, they suffer.”
Who cares if a miner and his friends are dead?
Few days later their names and pictures will fade.
Money is honey for those in power.
Who cares if a poor family is left as mourner?
- Death of Miners - November 12, 2024
