Sympathy for the Peasants
When, heated by the midday sun,
Hot metal crumbles the soil,
When sweat flows slowly to the ground
After the arduous toil,
Who at that time will have a thought
That all you`ve ever had,
All goods and all the blessed food
Appeared through blood and sweat?
March 2023
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