O you weaver, what do you weave?
I weave the dreams of your iridescent designs,
That you fancifully drape.
O you potter, what do you mould?
I mould the hopes you harbour deep in you,
And give them a shape.
O you blacksmith, what do you cast?
I cast your will strong in crisis,
To keep your honour safe.
O you soldier, what do you fight?
I fight the foes of peace and humanity,
To upkeep faith in God and self.
O you farmer, what do you sow?
I sow the seeds of healthy sustenance,
For you to consume and save.
O you sweeper, what do you sweep?
I sweep the path clean of vices,
That with labour you pave.
O you gardener, what do you nurture?
I nurture young lives to bloom and blossom,
That we all earnestly crave.
O you teacher, what do you teach?
I teach the lessons of morality in life,
To make you bold and brave.
O you mason, what do you build?
I build your house brick by brick,
To make it home with what you have.
O you undertaker, what do you bury?
I bury the rich and the poor,
To make them equal in the grave.