Save the seeds,
Till the soil,
Consume the fruits,
Of blood and toil.

Hardened hands,
Work hardened ground,
Earth and body,
Together; bound.

Sever the roots,
As you sever the soul,
Death and rebirth,
In these earthen holes.

Shifting with every season,
You are the changing yield,
Finding strength in growth,
And hope in fertile fields.

With a seed of faith,
Hope is also buried,
Fed with sweat,
From burdens we carry,

The products of labour,
The fruit of the land,
Progress; the harvest,
That my hunger demands.


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