Victor dos Anjos

Victor dos Anjos

Whispers into the bar
whispers in the streets
“the harvesting will be lost”
the workers were whispering.
The farmer was a confident man
he knew the process and methods
he listened to the whispers
but he didn't understand them.
Sneaky, sneaky
friends aren't friends
sneaky, sneaky
smiles not always come from good people
sneaky, sneaky
“the harvesting will be lost”.
He didn't understand
everything was perfect
the harvesting would be soon
just a few days
to feel the fruits in the hands
“whispers in the streets are lies”
he thought it.
the day was close
but the harvesting never came
locusts in the trees
the farmer was afflicted
he sat down on the ground
no words, just tears.
Whispers into the bar
“farmer's friends” were smiling
envy was there
and a plan to ruin the orchard
blood's connections was there also
“the harvesting will be lost”
he wanted to kill
he wanted to cry…