Hot construction site, my poem.

The blender took away my youth, and the excavator took away my dream.

The roller crushed my hope, and the welding machine could not sew up my sadness.

The hammer hit my heart and the steel wire tied my arm in a circle.

Helmet used to make me feel like a hero, but now it is my wish not to wear it.

I fell asleep in confusion and dreamed of dancing lightly on the construction site.

I smiled and asked God, "Where is our way?