A struggle he had to triumph
To fill up the stomach
There's no running
No more hiding
The place were whacked
No more dividing
The stone on his back
Weighed some hundred kg's
Definitely not enough money value
To feed his 15 babies
Those tears they dried
Even before they fell
Every drop of which
A story they can tell
Miles and miles of distance
And hundreds of miles of pain
Thousand of tons of earth
A penny is what he gains
The fight is here for money
The fight is here for the love
The fight has been there even longer
The fight for the smile and
The fight for the hunger
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