Plough and Dreams

Drenched in sweat and wrinkles

With palms like the endless space,

Ripening through the ages rapidly

Dreams that withered too hastily

An eye to witness, never to see

A trusted plough against fantasy

Of wanting more ending up in 

A reality of broken dreams

In possession of a thatched hut

And compromise as a gift

A wife, four kids and our cattle

Against a world of serpents

with sugar in their tongue

That promise to relieve us

But by now, we hesitate to believe

A world of hurt it is, to roll around

the flesh pit of Earth made of 

Nothing but fake promises of bigotry 

By powerful men who eat what we reap

They assure and embrace us but only when it's for their benefit 

Those who speak against the "king"

Ask for our help and our chiefs

Think never for a second time

Before they turn us in-

For hands that have held nothing but

soil to fire guns that we've never seen

They bleed us black and blue 

But when their guts cry louder 

than their money

We're loved, We're praised

We're finally to be seen

A whole nation relies on our backs

But our cries are never heard

And when the merchant of Death

Comes to take us

We are left with nothing but endless 

stories and a dream yet to be.