The Plough is Beaten Poem by SABREEN AHMED

The Plough is beaten

They till
the barren Earth.
They sow
the seeds of green.
They reap the
fruit of gold.
Yet all they hold
is a meagre gain—
Undaunted they
move on even if
the plough is beaten
or the soil is smitten
with their
blood and sweat.
Others nonchalantly
devour their harvest.
We stand hands tied
with not
enough solidarity
with not
enough gratitude
with not
enough empathy
for the cause they fight
in cold,
dust and hunger
with solid
acumen of faith
for rightful justice.