Mondrian Was A Liar

White eyes in coal mines, concrete industry, bare backs, baseball caps.
The sweat is part of life we’re still thriving.
We’ve got a lot of mouths to feed and we’re tying.
You think I do this for me join the caste.
Flip through old photographs of our families past.
Building you home, giving your life, our livelihoods.
Creators.
It’s always been like this.
People you never see the ones you’ll never be.
Working with their hands we’ve downsized again.
Although history building piece by piece.
It’s not for you to erase with your algebra and your science.
Simple labor.