THE PEASANT

THE PEASANT

A Poem by Onyeuche Godson
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About 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...

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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 Godson


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Added on July 19, 2016
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Onyeuche Godson
Onyeuche Godson

Madurai, Tallakulam, India



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I'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..

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