Tender nature hides cruelty, society hides exploitation. Young farmer doomed to injustice.
Basking their cold hides
half- unsheathing the hard outcrops.
All over the young Earth,
soft blades of grass flicker and tremble
By the warbling brook
Into the clump of trees crowding her path.
The field is fragrant
Hoes intimate with the sappy weeds
So near their hearts..
The young season is forgetful of the claws
Digging into the elements
The Farmhand of fourteen summers smiles like
The morning in his sodden clothes
Pain seeps into my veins
So trusting, only to squirm in the grip of the twisted reality
Like the shimmering brook:
The cunning civilisation will deny him his carriage
To the glorious seas.