Harvest cry.....Rise oh SBD

in #poetry7 years ago


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What evil has been done on our lands?
that now small are the works of our hands,
Why now are our hearts filled with rage,
For this evil which we knew not in early age,
How is nature's favour now turned evil,
And for this, with every tick, I marvel.

Before this evil, we had plenty harvests,
That we might say, "nature gave us our requests"
And with bliss, exchanged smiles with the sky,
But now do we, in anguish, cry.

Our gift now, by every spill, bids bye to its nature,
And to our peril, men change its nature,
Who has done this! Who has done this to our land!
She's stabbed behind: in front they shake her hand.

My land is crying! Our harvests are poor,
My young ones are crowing! In their hearts is a sore,
See my harvest! Poor! Not enough! Poor yield!
Who has done this! But, I tilled.

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