In dim moon light a vague shadow
A fleshly screen unlike human being
With head between his dirty knees
Face wrinkled with patches of blood
Looking at his dirty rough palm
A coin wage of his toil after the day
Too small yet all for him, all he got
Toil gave him just the cursed appetite
Was paid to mock him, a cruel satire
Then he takes a breath of peace, agony
And laughs on his fate, a common fate
Echoes all over, a bitter nonsense laugh
The glory of creation and hard work
Faded into agony of that laugh,
In abysmal night that dominates his life
A abysmal night that is truth of his life
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