This Earth my Brother
Not a place of rest they do say
We amass much wealth
Yet can’t still consume in proportion to our incomeThis Earth my Brother
It has gone through me and is still going through me
Tilting my balance
Am rowing To and Fro like am placed in a cradleThis Earth my Brother
Patience they told me pays
I have paid for patience
But my patience is ageing

This Earth my Brother
Day of rest is day of death
Toiling on, toiling on, toiling on
Peradventure I might fall into a long sleep if I take a day rest

This Earth my Brother
So much is concealed underneath it
I have digged and still digging
My hands have been soiled

This Earth my Brother
Our Brother’s keeper we all pledge to be
Still we segregate
Our fingers are Blood crusted

This Earth my Brother
This pains daily pains
They cease not to cease
But am hanging on to “Once there is Life, there is Hope”

This Earth my Brother
Once on my Fours’
Now on my Twos’
Later will be on my Threes’

This Earth my Brother
I have fought a good fight
This is the last drop of my pen
Just. Just. . Just. . .

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