Poetry about the construction industry (construction workers)

Song of construction workers

-Dedicated to the builders of a beautiful home.

The mission of construction workers

Dedicated to construction sites.

Simple behavior

But there are extraordinary masterpieces

For construction workers,

They are the founders of tall buildings.

But I can't afford to live in a tall building

They are comfortable flatterers.

But I can't enjoy the comfort.

The fate of construction workers

This is a mission rooted in the comfort of others.

With their own hardships

Improve the comfort of others.

Construction worker

Is the urban poor.

Residents of tall buildings may never think of it.

However, the constant is that

They are the creators of happiness.

Walk through the construction site

I can always see those numbers.

Construction workers work at high altitude.

Handling steel bars

Carry sand and stones.

Their average figure.

Projected into a flowing picture

In the painting; Be involved

They are working.

Because of labor

There are many high-rise buildings in this city.

The rise of high-rise buildings

It is the synthesis of construction workers' brains.

Between brick and tile

Have their feelings.

Construction workers? You are ordinary because of architecture.

Construction workers, you are great because of your dedication.

Song of construction workers

Scaffolding is high above.

This is the stage for you to interpret life.

The dark skin was cut by the flame.

Rough big hands

Dancing over the city

Your hands shape the height of the city.

Buildings grow with tower cranes.

An area of a city.

Extend in the rumbling sound.

You are manipulating the long arm.

But you can't control your destiny.

A polished mud knife can't make one.

A place to keep you warm.

People will remember your contribution occasionally.

You smiled helplessly.

This city doesn't belong to you.

A gilded feast

This was never your wish.

Quietly enter the back of the city

Chew a cold and hard box lunch.

Lonely thoughts

It's longer than the road from home.

Tomorrow, when the sun rises.

You are standing on the high scaffold again.