the old man suffers

Hope by Jalca from flickr

The old man suffers
Through the ages of time
Under the hot sun gardening his farm
Believing there is hope yet
Even when the sun goes down

The big rattan hat
Shading him against the sun
He digs with his hoe
Sometimes he stops to inspect
The handiwork of his craft
On the ground in the hot light

He looks up to the sky
The bright light blinks his eyes
The crinkles on his rugged face
He knows he suffers enough
Yet the politicians never start to run

The economy takes a nosedive
Challenging times ahead
He sees his energy increases
He knows the country needs him

Do the politicians see it that way?
They argue, they sue, and they cheat
Power grab through back doors
Promising pot of gold and positions
Arm twisting democracy
The old man knows
He heard it long ago

He bends his head down
Eyes steady he continues his energy sapping work
Digging his farm land to feed the nation
Only the politicians stop trading one way policy
Only the rulers hear the people crying needs

Leaders and rulers should know
Don’t play games and palace intrigues
Come out of the shells work on the land
The nation needs come first
Others will follow in line
Trust the Lord He knows the best