It’s their good deeds that can go unnoticed.

Sometimes without any form of justice.

Day after day they try so desperately

to get their points across

to the unseen boss,

who’s heart only beats frost.

The only way this boss can see their unseen work.

Is from the raging floods of blood sweat and tears,

flowing from all their workers fears.

When they finally get up the courage to speak,

their voices sound like silent whispers

to the non caring ears.

The hope that is inside them,

gets shattered like fresh hot blown glass.

Making them feel like old and new trash.

It just takes the right pair of eyes

to see the unseen work that they do.

So they can be recognized as humans

and also as real people to.