Friday, April 23, 2010

the farmers on land


I try so hard for you
The years I toil the land
Under the sun under the rain
I have no complaint

On TOL land
On leasehold ground
When I am done
When I make a name

You come knocking
Telling me I have no title
The land must be given up
Pushing me out into the cold

The years I toil the land
It never brings recognition
I only get a letter
Now I should go

The governmebt cronies came
Armed with bulldozers and notices
The land now belongs to them
The poor farmers protest

Voters you have choices
Don't go blind with greed of alms
It is our tax money.............
It's our rights

Stand up to the bully
And the group of dogs barking
I toil the land sun up sun down
In the end I am chasing out

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