The **** crows at dawn
Robbing sleep from the farmer
As he tries to wake
The farmer labours
Underneath a scorching sun
Drenched in his own sweat
His wife brings him lunch
And he drinks straight from the well
His thirst, satisfied.
Struggles to endure
No longer a man of youth
Greys at his temples
The day is over
Destined to be repeated
Breaking soil breaks backs
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
The **** crows at dawn
Robbing sleep from the farmer
As he tries to wake
The farmer labours
Underneath a scorching sun
Drenched in his own sweat
His wife brings him lunch
And he drinks straight from the well
His thirst, satisfied.
Struggles to endure
No longer a man of youth
Greys at his temples
The day is over
Destined to be repeated
Breaking soil breaks backs
