Sweat From the Young
This once soft hands sows the seed
in soil and sun on farm fields we deed,
lads like me sweat hard and we are a creed
each has a story that makes heart bleed.
away from study and play we work to feed
poverty stricken my toil is a dire need,
when all our deed yields to succeed
it fills the coffers of my landlord’s greed.
Is there a pesticide to kill the poverty weed
a spray to root out the lack till we are freed,
this once soft hands and heart makes this plead.
9-April-2016
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Copyright © Sathya Babu | Year Posted 2016
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