To Everything There Is A Season

They were a hard-nosed people
who would keep us down

at all cost
there in the fields

and valleys
where we harvested

every living thing
for them

we toiled
day and night

in the cold
and in the searing heat

year after year
and when we became like them

they did not like it
and rebelled against us

thinking it was their right
though they had long

denied those very rights to us
who now must beat them

back down
they were a hard-nosed people