Labour’s End

• Alexandra Antipas, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2019

Forced in a cart
Forced out later
In the burning hot sun
Hot and sweaty labour
Digging and digging
For hours and hours
Starving, malnourished
Asking God
“Why are we being punished?”
Made to kneel in front
With guns to our heads
It’s too late to realise
These graves are for our bodies once dead