THE PEASANTA Poem by Onyeuche GodsonAbout the peasant out there. They are not to be taken for granted, as people do to them. If they be not, who would do what they do? The master cannot be in his office and still do the farm works...THE PEASANTS
Upon
the dusty-friends, they mingled, Though
with fresh-ugly bodies they singled; Without
wrath, but joy in their marrow. Fresh
was their smell on the stressful arrow. While
they pack the dirt for light, With
tiresome bodies and smiles they might.
So
weak and tired they seemed, T’was
what the earth saw and deemed. Heaven
saw the wrinkles on their palm; Rain
cried out his eyes on their lamp. So
cheap they were to be cheated, Seemed
so low to be hated.
If
not, why not? What
would they eat? Their
houses are hungry and craves for it. What
a pity, the babies cried; They
cried and felt how low they stooped so mild; But
they can’t help old mothers’ pain, Then
what be their tears to gain? Yet,
Mama may suffer for what the house eat. It’s
not yet their fault to do it.
Still
peasant and hungry they be, Their
works is such as a “HE”. What
would the world do without them? Can
all be and stooped for a LAME? Where
should master start if he would farm? The
sweet-nonsense be it to them a harm. Verily,
verily, be a confession, Man
must confess; “peasant” is a profession.
Stoop
them not low more than they are. Their
wish and yours seems same to own a car Human
are they, as your house be. No
stranger among the “two”, though it’s “we” If
they be disparaged, who would do the works? Every
man’s hands on deck, all is husks. Yet
must be sieved for those it be for. Not
when three men suffer, while they’re four.
Let
not thine kingdom make you gods gods
upon treaty against them, called dogs. Even
God Himself is three, yet one. Let
all men be equal, life’s too short and one. Sand
all came from and laid on a way to pave Sand
all goes to and to be laid on a grave! Why
then do you crave to be a lord? Lords
too will sup with the mud! Hear
ye this Humility
is like this. © 2016 Onyeuche GodsonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorOnyeuche GodsonMadurai, Tallakulam, IndiaAboutI'm enthusiastic in writing, line composer, and motivational speaker, author. I love using words to shape the World, Using pen to build men, Using ink to make a link And all that! When I cannot.. more..Writing
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