…a mountain of gold.
They want our hard labor,
And hard labor we know.
With steel spikes, we crack open new land.
We have made something from nothing.
And we have made the bosses wealthy.
Some foreign devils don’t want us.
Their taunts slice
to the bone
our very humanity.
We are here nonetheless.
These days bring tears and break hearts.
When will this paper life be over?
When will we be at home?
We eat bitterness.
-anonymous Chinese rail worker