Changes II

Paddy terraced on the hills
a green so deep and yet so still
hot the sun during harvest time
no time to play or dream
of laughter, leisure and good times
I wish I was so filthy rich
and have someone do the job for me

The sea that mirrors azure skies
yet could boil in deadly rage
With coils of waves so high
that  the brave stay along the shore
thinking of loss from fishing
for dinner and coffer
wishing he has a larger trawler

The forest, gigantic trees
gazetted as a park by those who knows
to conserve nature at its best
yet hunter looks with longing
to hunt that fat wild boar
for his growing family
No meat the dinner table show, just wild potatoes

Change the life, if only we can
of needy people who live off the land
paddy planters, the fisherman, the hunter
Just watching as life goes by
thriving for money only the rich can see
children ragged from unmet needs
changes we need, when will it be…