Time to
speak of cruelty
Of
suffering and pain
About the
poor creatures
On hill
farms wet with rain
I see them
struggle onward
Working
beyond endurance
If they
fail they are doomed
Not
covered by insurance
.
They rise
in early morning
Work well
in to the night
Given
little shelter
Punished
if do things right
Suffer
from poor health
From
chemicals and spray
With
spoors of fungi in the lungs
They cough
and cough all day
.
These poor
communal creatures
That with
others to be, are meant
Have a
solitary existence
Work on
with grim intent
Mud thick
is all around them
It clings
and saps the strength
For all
other creatures comfort
They will
go to some great length
.
In winter
the extremities freeze
Constantly
stamp their feet
Water
tanks of solid ice
Each
morning do they meet
A prey to
agricultural reps
And bank
manager’s charmer
Please buy
your food locally
And save
the poor hill farmer
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