Land based hard working labourers!
All poor dirty skinny bones have
been,
Millions millions and millions of
years
Mining land for all their mineral
wealth,
To create various good material
riches!
For planting seeds shrubs and the
trees
For cultivating good crops food
fruits
Ploughing agricultural farms and
fields
And digging the earth and the rich
land
The Land - Oh Mother Earth Goddess!
Dark dirty poor skinny bones of
land!
Just for digging and ploughing the
land!
Blamed accused and abused for having
Defiled mother earth virtually
raping her!
Have been condemned as Untouchables!
Generation after generations generations
Of great grandfather grandfather
father!
Son grandson great grand son and
son!
Great great great great great
grandson!
And so on on and on and on
endlessly!
And that is how rulers, vedic
scholars,
Rich traders, and from amongst them
-All their learned wise men and
women
Great big philosophers all the
teachers
Been fooling People for Millenniums!
A Dalit Poet
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