MAN, FARMER!

Every time I eat your labour I eat to satisfy myself.

Seldom thought about whether you've been saturated.

Over the years you have always been crying to be heard-

But we people and regimes never thought to hear or perceive.

O Farmer O farmer without you we wouldn't exist with supply

But still, we never want to thrive as you employ

Though in our natural influx we know what you gain

And we conveniently sideline to avoid your pain. 

What if only I have the power to make you supreme?

And claim my country stand proud with you as the spine.

Lest today's changes are very hostile for you to live in nicety,

as a proud supplier of our basic necessity.

When thought what can prove well to shut your year-long misery,

is the only way for you to start to detail what you want-

than the regime to decide what you need to end your tragedy.

With minds and attitude to help than being a hindrance to your felicity.