a silent trancing in the ears
  arms swinging to the tone
    unchallenged my path ahead
      and sleepy eyes that wander by
 
yellow hats bobbing beside
  in blazing orange jackets
    heavy-soled workers' shoes
      and stained knee cap pants
 
marching all in a single file
  heading towards the incomplete
    labouring in the wintry breeze
      for wages to drown the hunger rage
 
eyes filled with expectation
  life devoid of all reputation
    board faces and pale skins
      and hearts full of wonderment
 
bottle of water swinging in hand
  and as empty stomach urging on
    walk soldiers defenders of homes
      jobs to be done, for bills to be paid
 
strolling along next to me
  close enough, not enough to smear
    anger or even a trace of reality
      for their's fulfilment in construction

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