The callous hands, bricked face,
on the field with scorching heat,
her face and soul till the land,
the people are tillers of hope,
our lives, our future,
the muddy rice field, golden sun,
the rain and sweat, the wind speaks
of life in the field,
where people gather to give their
labor to the land of dreams,
while the cry of whirling sounds of
violation mistreated the land,
whose lord of the land evoked
his palatable power, a hot rod to rebuke
the peasants dream, to own the land!
Read next
From @steemitdiversify