The farmer

Poem

A silhouette toils

Day and night.

Reaping crops

With an iron scythe,

His body tight.

But as he lies

Beneath the sky,

A roll of dice

From someone high

Decides his life.

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In my country rn, farmers are going through tough times. I sympathized, and had an idea which led me to make this amateur piece. I could've made it longer, but I felt that adding on more would simply ruin the vibe I was going for. So I kept it at that. Thoughts?

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https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/y9tqif/comment/it7iu3i

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/y94o6j/comment/it7i03w

Posted Oct 21, 2022, 2:41 PM UTC

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