They are the farmers

When the world rests in bed, to work, who move ahead, They are the farmers. The true friends of the nature, in responsibility, very mature, They are the farmers. Playing and sweating in the soil, tirelessly who toil, They are the farmers. Like a mother,feeding others to their demands,who gets no chance to lick own hands, They are the Farmers. Loving the nation, farming,their occupation, avoiding worldly fashion,who carry the tradition , They are the farmers. Simple living,high thinking, whose Eyes are wide open,hardly blinking They are the farmers. Facing the hailstone,the rain Who smiles at small gain,hiding the real pain, They are the farmers. Always young like, never old At work, courageous and bold, shoulders the responsibility to feed the world upon the Earth's crust, And whom the government,the banks mistrust They are the farmers. Promised for fund and loan, which gets never done, rolling tears from their eyes,Still who hold head upto the skies, They are the farmers. For the fame and name, whose emotions,treated like a game, By the politicians,the authorities Who are shown fake smypathies, They are the farmers. Walking on the edge of knives, hardly managing bread for their children and wives, tirelessely Working in fields, like bees in the hives Request to all,please save their lives, because,They are the farmers. Seeking Justice Neither harsh nor even cool don't know why I play the fool time and again,it costs its toll Leaving emptiness in my soul My sound,always kept in bound while My silence echoes all around, What an assumption , what a claim offender gets redemption, but victim bears the blame!