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A member of a team which must never fail.

A crew who cares for people they never met before.

Your relatives, your friends, your long-time partners.

We wake them up, we wash them well,

we give them hugs when there's no one else.

 

We wear infections and germs on our uniforms,

we wash our hands so often our skin gets sore.

We work with mobile cranes, moving toilets,

urine bags, long nails, sometimes faeces in the hair.

'Yes, I love working here. Why would I be anywhere else?'

 

Weekdays or holidays? For us it's all the same.

We arrive early and leave late - of course unpaid.

We're never enough, there's always more to do.

Some good words are swords that our backs

were meant to hold, like many times before.

 

Yet we stay and we remain.

We walk and run, stroll but lift, hiding

behind smiles while sweating blood underneath.

'I couldn't do your job,' no one seems to see:

we help people to live, that's why we're here.

 

If we ever make you feel better, please, grant us well

we're here for you and we want you in our hearts as well.

But if you think we're slow, you must remember;

there's plenty of pressure when lives are at stake,

surely, your coffee can wait.

 

We miss our breaks, our backs are sore. Our feet

in agony, there's no stop at all. When someone's in

pain, we give a hand to hold, we have two after all.

We see people live, we see them pass,

some become friends, part of our lives.

 

Despite the pandemic, we'll put our lives at stake.

No matter how many more comes, we're here for all.

regardless of their weight, we'll pull them up,

who gives a shit of their colour or how they behave?

Inside, the hearts, are all the same shape.

 

'So, how was work then?'

'Like hell but we made it heaven.'