They deserve to be honored,
They wake up early in the morning,
In their routine sleep is not listed...
Though they require it,
They leave it as an option..
They toil,
Increasing the fertility of the land.
Machetes and hoes are their tools
Not requiring any knowledge from books
But every being depend on them...
They work with their might,
Blisters on their hands
Backpains, sweat on their foreheads
But they never give up,
Cause they know that they are doing it for the nation...
They know many depend on them...
No money can be able to do what their hands are able to do,
They are the farmers..
Pride of nations...
The strongest of all people....
Without them food would be a myth....
And yes they deserve to be honoured...
©fayomy
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