They're Here Too Poem by Sathya Narayana

Few yards away from my parched farm
So near to my dried up bore well
Four streets away from my thatched hut
With a single broken pot
We have them here!

Sipping the sweetest milk and ruddy blood
From my Mother Earth unto the last drop
We have them here!

Every day I look at them
Licking one more bead of sweat
That grew on my nose
And wiping the tearless eyes
We have them here! !

Like a new emperor ruling my village
The coca-cola company