MAY DAY

Salute you toiling workers of the Earth
Sweating peasants,soldiers n stinking sepoys
Sun-burnt laborers ,sweepers,miners
And every hand that builds ,every head that yields
In obedience to creative bids of a progressive society .

You are the backbone of nations
The secret of all good relations
But the worst sufferers in the hands of all Times
To you we pay regards for all your work 
That through every nook and corner so humbly shines.