David Darbyshire - Burning the Cain

In Zud Africa
Along the Zulu Natal Coast
The Cain grows four meters High
Seams to touch the Sky
But when that Cain is Done
It has to be Set on Fire, Burnt

After the sparks have Died
Then the work Starts
Dirty, hard heavy Work
For less than a Dollar a Day
They work there fingers to the Bone
But there not Alone

For this goes on in a lot of Countries
Children, Women and Men
Working hard for Nothing
This is not Right, we could change It
So next time you put a spoon-full of sugar in your Tea
Think hard how it can Be
To get the sugar to you and Me

Sweet Dreams

David Darbyshire

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