Listen! Listen! <br />There are Cries From The Fields <br />Seeds have been planted <br />The Grain is high. <br />But the weeds are choking them out. <br /> <br />Listen! Listen! <br />There are Cries From The Fields <br />The rains have come <br />To water the crops <br />But the irrigation has been slow. <br /> <br />Listen! Listen! <br />There are Cries From the Fields <br />Yokes have been broken <br />Lives already given <br />No one is tilling the crops. <br /> <br />Listen! Listen! <br />There are Cries From the Fields <br />The furrows of life <br />Will supercede again <br />Unless the Laboroers are restored. <br /> <br />Listen! Listen! <br />There are Cries From The Fields <br />Fields are fair and white <br />And the harvest is wailing yet waiting <br />Who will go and work today?<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cries-from-the-fields/
