Salute to the Workers: An English Poem

Amidst the bustling streets and towering cities,

Where shadows dance and dreams take flight,

There's a breed of heroes, silent and strong,

Whose labor brings life's rhythm to the song.

From dawn till dusk, they toil with steady hands,

Their sweat the paint that colors every land,

Builders of dreams, the farmers of the earth,

Their hearts beat in rhythm with the very birth.

They shape the mountains, they quench the thirst,

Their backs bent, their spirits never quiver,

The miners dig deep, the farmers sow,

Their labor, a symphony, a neverending show.

Teachers guide with wisdom, doctors heal with care,

The nurses care for the sick, the firefighters guard the fire,

Engineers build bridges, artists bring beauty,

Their dedication, a testament to unity.

Oh, the workers, the unsung heroes,

Their stories hidden in the daily chores,

Their laughter, their struggles, their silent prayers,

Their strength, a beacon in the darkest hours.

Let us raise a toast to their noble deeds,

To the ones who shape our world with gentle hands,

May their labors be recognized and rewarded,

For they are the architects of our nation's growth unyielded.