Farmer's Protest

Those who till the soil

Their protest, Who can dare to foil?

So weather beaten in life, one can't beat them.

Can the arrogance of a brute majority be shed?

Thousands of protesting voices can they be heard?

Farm to the fork, they are tied up to a yoke.

Amid the cold winter and the polluted air to choke.

Calling them names exposes your game

Look at your own folly, instead of scape goats to blame.