A farmer was working on his harvest
And this one just happened to be the largest
All the other shop keepers saw
And they were all in awe
Their excitement
Led them to enlightenment
They all offered to help
But the farmer knew he had to act on what he had felt
You see that farmer woke up at 5 everyday
To go out to the fields and make his way
While all the other shop keepers
Were proficient dreamers
The only time he had to dream was during the day
And every time he asked for help
Not one of his friends would stay
See the land
Wasn’t all that grand
And there were better farmers around in their eyes
So when he had his big harvest to all of them it came as a surprise
How do they take credit for work they never put a hand in
And the thing is for them it was written
That they would take a part in the farmers glory
But they chose not to take part in their own story
You see there are some people in your community
That you are tied to by energetic glue
And once you rip yourself apart with inaction
All you have left is the residue
We want to be that village
But we end up being the ones who pillage
Our neighbors
Using gas lighting to get favors
Instead of contributing
To the over flowing
We could be experiencing
Connected together from our day of conception
But we choose out of greed and fear to move another direction
From a numbed out perception
We experience our own deception
Of the mind
That’s why you have to remember it is a choice to be kind
To take a step back and be patient
To not keep your heart vacant
And mind primitive
Just waiting on an incentive
To give back
To keep your community entact
Individualism is the ultimate trap
So when his village came ready
He took a moment to get steady
And he made a line in red
And after this is what he said
my crops are mine
Should’ve followed the sign
When it said it takes a village
Should have done your due dillegence
To take down the fence
In between us
Should’ve followed trust
Now this harvest is mine
May your get yours in your own time
May this call take you back to the divine
May you answer when you hear that silent chime
About the Creator
Nadia Yassine
walking around with child hood wonder
Rendered in illusion
Should be considered a sin
Leaving adults
Laced in wonderland syndrome
We’re all going through the same thing it just looks different
I am grateful for your existence
Free Palestine
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