In the early morning mist
in the green fields
as the sun is just rising
the workers do come
with baskets on their backs
hands still sore
from the day before
into the plantation they trudge
heads down and weak
for less then a pound a day
faces tanned and peeling
from the unforgiving sun
the work master
with hands on his hips
stands on his truck
with over a hundred bags
made of coarse Hessian
'just the tips' he shouts
as a smiling foreman
waves his stick about
twelve hours with no rest
just for you to have a nice cup of char
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 5:00 AM UTC
In the early morning mist
in the green fields
as the sun is just rising
the workers do come
with baskets on their backs
hands still sore
from the day before
into the plantation they trudge
heads down and weak
for less then a pound a day
faces tanned and peeling
from the unforgiving sun
the work master
with hands on his hips
stands on his truck
with over a hundred bags
made of coarse Hessian
'just the tips' he shouts
as a smiling foreman
waves his stick about
twelve hours with no rest
just for you to have a nice cup of char
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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