The View

We worked the land 

But they got the view

Almost dying from the heat of the sun

We try to work as peacefully as we can

It's a Joy for them

They got the view

While we are the ones who are stucking our necks out

It feels sad

When we finish our work

They yell at us and critizicing us

'Cause we don't work harder

If life is not beautiful without the pain

Then it's not a lived Life

When life feels longer

Sorrow gets softer

And that feels pretty good for me

Every day and night

Working

while they are enjoying themselves

Watching us

From the View