Eyes of pain
Autor: Hygora Hoxy on Thursday, 20 December 2018This poem was written in honor of the pain of a master I do not know. I entered a market and he was putting the goods back in the prachatice, he was old, under his service, at a certain distance, there were the watchful eyes of the supervisor. Because I was watching the supervisor walked away, you then told me that he worked in another company as a manager and had lost his job, and accepted that because the family was in need and was persecuted by the supervisor who wanted to put the child in his place.