Born a peasant
always a peasant
work, work, work
never stopping
bound to the land
living from it
I sleep thinking,
why me?
I want to leave
I want to die
but what will happen to my family?
how will they survive?
at the end of the day
when the fruit is picked from the trees
I fall to my knees and…..
Scream.
what good is a life
when it is bound to its land
chained to the ground
blind to the world?
