The Coffee Soldiers
“Let us work to earn our countries living”
The sun shines and bathes the bewildered workers to rest
Royalty did behest for these rural puppets to produce the best
Man to child to man are slavering to solidify the raw roots
Representation of their struggle is crushed under incipient boots
“I’m not a child but a young farmer”
His crime was that to ask for the right from which he was stripped
Laughing at the cruel irony of fate he cringed as another razor nipped
The rich produce of the mother land was overshadowed by debt
Father Joy slept as uncle greed caused the produce to count inept
Willowy tendrils of despair latched caressingly at the last rays of hope
Trying to keep the flailing ship of income afloat, now on a negative slope
“God is with us”
Heavenly thunders provided new rays and filled the bays of water supplies
Aves flew across the teary womb of the cloudy skies and eat the acidic flies
The seeds sprouted and the harvest blossomed radiance and radiated the joy
Towards the fruitless farmers who had lost hope to cope, celebrated with soy
They arranged a celebration that consisted of grinding the coffee beans
You sow what you seed so the picture of pure joy was seen in the gleams
Of the local farmers who would now export the beans to quench the thirst
Of the caffeine addicted rich who believed they were the stressed & cursed
Prayer of a Mother
The lone mother embodied by the tribute watched as she gave birth to seeds
They were the reward for the deeds her young had done to fulfil their needs
She glanced and prayed to the creator to give her the supply to belie the rich
Who treated her with contempt and regarded her as a crook with a hitch
Now she will provide to those who still believed in madre naturaleza’s worth
Through the torment of birth the seeds grew to coffee that cooled in the earth
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Originally Posted by Pakaveli aka Dopeness
