Poema del Jornalero

As one plows
Furrows in the earth
So the day laborer plows,
With his passes,
The corners,
It is obvious that in his mind
He pictures his family
Who he loves
Who yearn for him, and wait for him.

Who is he…?
He who comes from afar
To water foreign lands
With his sweat?
He…He is a man
Called a day laborer,
Neither cold,
Nor rain,
Will detain him.

Eligio Mendoza

Day Laborer