Our Soiled Destiny

That day..

We toiled and toiled,

To plough our land for food,

The sweaty brows & hands all soiled,

Bore the marks of our fortitude.

Until one day ..

We left our farms behind,

In the quest for a world tad better,

Where the money will be greener,

Than our crops,

Or so..we had thought.

Now, here we toiled and toiled,

To plough their land for structures high,

The sweaty brows & hands all soiled,

Bore the marks of the din of the rubble,

Our quest for the better..was bursting like a bubble.

Still, we are etching our life,

In our soiled hands,

Trusting that our hard work, will end this strife,

For the greener.

One day..