Hopeful Farmer and Uncaring Thieves

I’ve been working in farms With muscular arms Besides determined tractors Chiseling out their contours. They are never the days I play: My Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, My eyes fastened on The Soil; The reason why passersby recoil … My burnt energy I try to like; On the soil every Single Strike, All the seduced watchers in a maze, My willpower A Shrouded Haze! I shall keep working in farms Rogues visit with arms; Main target The Palms But soon might try a charm To one or all of them harm.