One sucks the world like an orange.
Some take the road to Calcutta.
My sacks today are all piled on the scale.
When you pick cotton they only pay you
for what you pick.
Augustus / Folsom, LA / February 2017
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THANKS FOR SHARING "A" ~ O Lordy pick a sack of cotton ~ O Lordy pick a sack of hay ~ How many sacks we pick an' break us backs ~ Determines the level of our pay ! For most MEN that is how it is for all our working lives. SO We just have to bear and grin it ~ OK. JUSTICA RULES OK ! (Ask trump all about it ~ and He (Believe it or not) is the most powerful Man on Earth ! Yours BRIAN
More how the road I have traveled will be judged. Thanks Brian.
Many very poignant thoughts you bring up in a few words, Augustus.
The rich, the poor, the elite, the common man, justice for all, not so much. The only true equality is death. Lives are lived according to the hand you are dealt. My life is modest, but I look and see so many in the world worse off than I. If I had to pick cotton I'd be dead by now. Nice work here. Much said. - Phil A.
I hear you my man. Today and I guess for centuries, "justice" could be purchased by the rich. The poor man can't afford a good lawyer. Actually, the metaphor here was me standing at heavens gates hoping to get in. The record of my life (the cotton I picked) was being weighed and measured for merit.
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