The farmer
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.
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?
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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