Farmers: The End Of The Road - Poem by Rani Turton
He couldn't see
The end of the road
Blinded by misery
What to do, there was nothing to do
Where to go
There was nowhere to go
He had nothing else to barter or sell
Not even his soul.
Loan repayment! What a dream!
For farmers the only way out
Is to cop out
Can anyone hear their plea?
The tears of an anonymous entity?
State by state, region by region
Their suicides have now become legion
Let the world now give them a voice
Instead of their being bereft of choice.
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