Feel So Right

Feel so right I want to sing and write No more attempt to recite Only to collect direct from heart But how do I want to display my part? I am simple and down to earth Very much afraid of death Even though I keep good faith Still I hold strongly some beliefs Some of the scenes I witness Then rushes some sadness I feel like crying from my brethren I try to address their concern It doesn't disturb me from inside But I strongly decide In their favor For living with honor With spade striking very hard on surface Some sweat drops fall in earth's face I find them as real pearls I think of their labor and word simple appeal My poetry add their woes And along with it goes My verses in form of poem I sincerely write for then and devote them We are all from working class So heart bleeds When hear about their plight With poems I feel so right with delight