I dedicate this to thousands of ship breakers who work in India, Pakistan and Bangladesh, they work tirelessly to bring a ship down to its knees. They are brave and death is meaningless.
Their horrific working conditions,make their life hard. Yet you see them smiling and enjoying their work and are proud of tremendous strength they posses.
Long and Hard our toil, with death we play our games
Ship Breaker we’re called, in sand we write our names
Gruesomeness we sustain, only dirt and debris remain
We’re the soldiers of steel; we fight hard and brave our pain
Today we're here, tomorrow we may not,
Lone ships at docks our friends.
Mysteries of death they grip.
We’re the soldiers of steel, with the same smile we see our ends.
