is it my tightfistedness
that you punish
by taking away from me
that which fills my heart
i had many other things
to fight for to safe guard self
when you broke open
my home, my soul to steal
today I have no more
energy to battle
my destiny that brings
me, hardly any delight
i ploughed the field
and with my own hands removed rocks
to plant seed, and watered it with sweat
but to harvest, someone else you sent
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