Labour Day

On this day of labour, we honor those who toil,

With sweat on their brow and dirt in their soil.

Their work is not easy, their efforts not small,

But they persevere, giving it their all.

Each day they rise, before the sun,

And work until their tasks are done.

Their hands are calloused, their muscles sore,

But still they press on, always wanting more.

We owe them a debt, we cannot repay,

For their hard work, day after day.

So let us take a moment, and give thanks,

To those who work hard, without any ranks.

On this day of labour, let us remember,

The hard work and dedication, of every member.

For without their efforts, we would not be,

The prosperous nation, that we are today, you see.