Fields of Hardship
Planted among these fields
Some walked on, others plucked up
Many harvested taken to market
Only to be eaten up by others
Sold for penny's on the dollar
Working as slaves for a pence
Stamps placed for food to buy
Shame when looked upon
Invisible homes to the wealthy
Huddled in cold rooms together
Rain dripping from the roof
A tiny fan to keep cool in the summer
Hand me down clothes with holes
Christmas with empty boxes
A chicken dinner for thanksgiving
Yet! Cheerful and happy
They are the family of the poor
Needing nothing more,
Then Love
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