It's a harsh truth,
hiding in the shadows, yet ever in sight.
The one whose hands put clothes on the child's back
is now flesh and bones.
Oh man! Brace thee!
For the phantoms of greed have risen,
taken hold of their innocence.
In the age to lay and relax, they are put to the test
Compelled to work again from dawn to dusk
only for a morsel's bite?
Lady luck couldn't bear this sight,
Blessed with horses of grace and might
That will plough the field
and cover it with flowers of gold, for a lifetime.
For he who is the father of all,
never abandons and graces all.
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