7,107 Acre Ricefield

Stretching beyond horizon,7,107 acre ricefield
golden beyond gold in sapphire blee
Plowing gowpen that hobglobin's deed
Disenfranchise millions who owns the field

A locust hubbub wild stunning all confused
Amidst scorching heat, who toils in canescent shirt
For a good harvest of golden hued
Bearing bere all hobglobins feoffed

Beiged by scorching sun
Who politically toil this barren land
Your master lend the golden grain
And yet gave his share in bane

Reviews

[Randolf Ramos]

In other word corruption.

[Pikachu]

wow the colors and imagery here and i should know i grew up in a ricefield its simple yet if looked at right just like eveything else inthis world is beautiful by its own right

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"Beiged by scorching sun
Who politically toil this barren land
Your master lend the golden grain
And yet gave his share in bane"

{great imagery and descriptive writing--I love this}

james:-)

[Ruth]

I love the almost old style tale in this piece!
Awesome work love, really vivid and captivating from the first word to the last!
A unique way of description too!
Excellent
xx

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

a truly tactile poem ~ the descriptive elements distend the capillaries as if the body were toiling through wet~grasping heat~

[Leanne Conway]

I love this one! It's written beautifully! So pure. =D