The harvest

by Ziad Dib Jreige   Jan 18, 2020


The harvest

They sleep in peace
In homes of health
Beneath their fleece
They grow a wealth

Yet an unseen fire
Has been awaken
Out of their dire
Their peace is taken

The hands they chained
The wealth they stole
Have already drained
Their living whole

© Ziad Dib Jreige

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  • 4 years ago

    by Ziad Dib Jreige

    Thanks Milly Hayward for your comment
    Glad you like it

  • 4 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Like very much this style of poetry. Milly x

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