Poem in response to Decent Work and Economic Growth
August 2018

Just One Job

By Grace Muresan

Strike! Pull back,

Strike! Pull back,

The hoe is heavy

I’m not ready

For this sort of work.

 

Strike! Pull back,

Strike! Pull back,

Father’s dead

And mum’s in bed

I cannot let it hurt.

 

Strike! Pull back,

Strike! Pull back,

My sisters cook and clean inside

By husbands’ rules they must abide

I strike with the hoe and pull aside.

Strike! Pull back,

Strike! Pull back,

Thinking of Mum will make me fast

I stare at her and then at last…

She takes her final breath

And struggles into death.

 

Strike! Pull back,

Strike! Pull back,

I plow the field

And finally yield

Doing the very work

That killed my father.

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