Equivalent to 370 years
\nHard labour imagine that pain
\nTorn from the forest
\nGiven phajan
\nSuch severity and such disdain<\/p>\n
A matriarch in the true sense of words
\nCaught up in the rigour and strife
\nSuch persecution and pitilessness
\nAnd to have this for most of one’s life<\/p>\n
Adversity comes to the victims
\nA continual struggle to be
\nFacing the wretchedness all of those trials
\nA bitter pill of misery<\/p>\n
70 real years she took human chains
\nThat cut into her legs and she
\nFelt in her heart she was broken in two
\nLost in such despondency<\/p>\n
First she went begging for ages
\nIn those busy streets of before
\nVehicles all sorts of carts this and that way
\nNoise dust and concrete galore<\/p>\n
How her poor feet suffered sadly
\nHer legs all chained up very sore
\nDay after day made to stand in the street
\nTill her feet all got terribly raw<\/p>\n
Then with all of those sores
\nAnd her great weight forced to walk
\nBack where she stayed
\nThen back the next morning
\nA calamitous dawning
\nUntil she was very afraid<\/p>\n
After those years she was sent off
\nTo work in the forest where she
\nRipped out her guts and tore up her muscles
\nLogging the timber she be<\/p>\n
Inflicted with injuries clearly
\nAching from her head to her toes
\nSuch a hostile job that clearly does rob
\nOne’s life force as anyone knows<\/p>\n
How she struggled with all of that slaving
\nThose chains and those logs and her feet
\nDay after day on the slippery slopes
\nIn all of that terribke heat<\/p>\n
And nobody caring or giving her
\nFood and a rest for a while
\nShe had to slave in the jungles of hell
\nDragging great heavy logs for a mile<\/p>\n
Her body was scarred from the top to the bottom
\nFrom old injuries and the whip
\nThe bull hook she had really suffered so much
\nThen one fine day went on a trip<\/p>\n
A sanctuary place and she managed
\nWith Joan Baez help to be free
\nBlind and her hearing now failing
\nTrucked to the place she was free<\/p>\n
LEk Chailert once again saved her
\nThis women has given so much
\nThis wonderful old soul all of these years
\nMust have thought no one could touch<\/p>\n
Her heart or her soul with such kindness
\nHow would they know she was here
\nTaking a right nasty bashing
\nFrom the men who had not held her dear<\/p>\n
But she was saved and soon on her way
\nOn a truck to the sanctaury where
\nShe would be staying for the rest of her life
\nWith so many sweet souls to care<\/p>\n
She had lacked love and attention
\nAnd now as they moved her we saw
\nGreat streams of tears from her poor blinded eyes
\nHeart wrenching who could ignore<\/p>\n
She knows where the mud pit is actually
\nAnd goes down their everyday
\nShe cant see thing she lives with the night
\nBut despite that she does know the way<\/p>\n
Her name happy heart is a good one
\nThough it just must have tested her resolve
\nShe was a spirited warrior soul
\nWhobclearly now did evolve<\/p>\n
She knows how to scratch on her big wooden bar
\nThat freedom to do and to be
\nWhat she was given her pure life for
\nAll those aeons ago actually<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Equivalent to 370 years Hard labour imagine that pain Torn from the forest Given phajan Such severity and such disdain A matriarch in the true sense of words Caught up in the rigour and strife Such persecution and pitilessness And … Continue reading