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the forgotten sugar plum
[i]Under the hot caribean sun,
everyday, without a last sweat drop,
works a man.
look up, see the horizon,
your thumb wiping your sweat,
put it down, or drop it, where
the city at you wonder, how you lost
your hand, or finger, rest
my black man.
songs made by numerous of dry throat
at once, jaundice chinese color eyes,
full belly of what? air? maybe a type
of anemia?
but still family always happy,
awaiting at home, family always there,
waiting out side, at the house door,
waiting for the man with the machete,
to come home proud? but still he smile,
no one sees him down, only when the
machete is swinging up and down.
it taste good,the way it feel in your mouth,
a gift of mother nature. all we know is
we get it at the market, maybe we have an idea
of how it comes to the city. but not who
sacrifices for this to happend, for us to have it,
i dont think we pay for it, i dont think we care.
sugar cain taste good.
Sena
everyday, without a last sweat drop,
works a man.
look up, see the horizon,
your thumb wiping your sweat,
put it down, or drop it, where
the city at you wonder, how you lost
your hand, or finger, rest
my black man.
songs made by numerous of dry throat
at once, jaundice chinese color eyes,
full belly of what? air? maybe a type
of anemia?
but still family always happy,
awaiting at home, family always there,
waiting out side, at the house door,
waiting for the man with the machete,
to come home proud? but still he smile,
no one sees him down, only when the
machete is swinging up and down.
it taste good,the way it feel in your mouth,
a gift of mother nature. all we know is
we get it at the market, maybe we have an idea
of how it comes to the city. but not who
sacrifices for this to happend, for us to have it,
i dont think we pay for it, i dont think we care.
sugar cain taste good.
Sena
Published 16th Apr 2012
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Anonymous
16th Apr 2012 11:49pm
sugar cain...typo = cane
Very good poem about how cheap labour in third world countries slave to give us our sugar high
Well done
Very good poem about how cheap labour in third world countries slave to give us our sugar high
Well done
17th Apr 2012 2:20am
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Anonymous
17th Apr 2012 7:53pm
I really felt all of your words in the most real way-you did a beautiful job. such insight. Thank you
17th Apr 2012 11:47pm
Thanx. I took a tríp to a sugar cane villa, medical research. And it was interesting to write about it, wish i cojo show u all pic special Thanx to all of u: mikimoomdancer, lessangel, Somelikeithot. Thanx
28th Apr 2012 2:44am
