working on the sun

Very strong like a mule
Their backs and heads rode
On the hot tarmac and sun
Their black skin will sweat

Toddlers and infants in tattle
On the green plateau a harvest
Corn full their basket of cane
Reveals the sun their sweaty faces
The blowing toil smiling on their faces

As the heavy full belly
Supports a rocky flux of concrete
An empty stomach space
Struggles to guard me safe home