The Bearer Of All

The farmer is the man,

Who works the whole day.

Working in the fields,

He cuts the grass and hay.

The farmer is the man,

Who himself takes the wound.

To see his family in joy and cheer,

And mouths filled of food.

The farmer is the man,

Who's the incarnation of God.

The man with the five tenors,

Of the super mighty Lord.

But if he is the god,

Then who is the one.

Who get fully suppressed by the

Loans and threats of everyone.

The riches are not us,

The real riches are they.

'Cause the real riches are like them,

Who work in the fields everyday.