Villagers

22 December 2019

Villagers 

The sun scorches, heating the farm

As they walk, their feet burn

Weary nights they live in this chasm

Waiting to voice out their opinion.

Their veins protrude

Their masters are mercilessly rude.

They long for freedom

With their life in dis-equilibrium.

Battling through changes

Working hard all day-long

With the world becoming more contagious,

They want to stand strong.

But this is killed with their oppression

By the well-to-do,

Leading them to manic depression,

And all the trauma which might ensue.

These are the warriors

They are saviors

Of history, tradition and cultures

They are the ones who preserve

And the ones who become victims of pillager

They are none but the villagers.