sugarcane-FREE

each strike of callous hands
halting an infectious legacy
for generations of pauper
and blue-collar job trance

each weed you pull
and cleaned out tarnish
delight and pleasurable honor
matching respect, dignity and pride

stretch out an extra mile
plow the inspiration of your future
hard-earned wages and hard-edge fingers
golden hope it does inspire

but where are the players of misery and guise?
in their sweet and comfortable dwelling
of incense and treasures
with their magic wand of command

manipulating, dictating and demanding
all the crop of the field
the produce yield
of the pauper's shedding hand

smite them Heavens equal hand
give fair share of my thoughts
awaken them of the malpractice
they brought their fellow more insignificant

there is always a future
for those who had given passion
dedication and hard work
humbly striving to reach increase