Farmer

 I was strolling in the summer heat

I saw a man working beside the street

He was sweating and having fun

On the open lawn, under the scorching sun

I was tired and wanted to rest

But this man was working at his best

He was drenched in sweat, working hard

Til the sun went down, never on guard

I saw him toiling in the fields

His limbs and chest drenched with sweat and yield

He's a farmer, a labor, a common slave

Working hard, never a moment to save

But he keeps on going, day after day

A slave to the land, in every single way

He's a farmer, a labor, the backbone of our lives

Sweating and toiling, under the scorching sun and skies