Coal Miners

Coal Miners

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

The capitalists gave a mouth to the earth,

To get the black gold out,

Something for the coal miners to cheer about,

Ready the manual workers are to drag coal from dirt.

 

The miners find both heaven and hell within,

Sustain the toils holding the souls in hands,

Some lose sanity, some bid goodbye to the loved organs,

The ones like D.H. Lawrence’s father dive into the ocean of sin.

 

Yet life like the invincible time goes on,

Yet the children dream of a future better,

But the bitter world loves to conspire,

Against those who barely anything own.

 

Frustration keeps mocking,

At the labourers as if a burden to carry forever,

Or a virus spreading from one heart to another,

Keeps the handful of peace perishing.

 

The money mongers don’t ever perceive the sweats and blood,

They like Iago and the Bard’s fourth witch are ruthless creatures,

Only discern the language of the spiralling numbers,

And the miners watch the charitable sky searching for God!

© 2014 Md. Ziaul Haque


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Tags: Capitalists, Coal, D.H. Lawrence, Sanity, Hell, Sin, Labourers, Blood, God, Bard

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Md. Ziaul Haque
Md. Ziaul Haque

Sylhet, Bangladesh



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Md. Ziaul Haque is originally from Zakiganj, Sylhet, Bangladesh. He is a poet, epic writer, writer, academic, thinker, songwriter, short story writer, reviewer, columnist, essayist, researcher and sch.. more..

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