The old peasant will sleep hungry today,
his crops didn’t procure enough.
He remembered the tall promises made – that day
Those that awaited to be later bluffed.
He sold his land to get the seeds
and grow them into grains.
Now the crops are equivalent to weeds
compelling his group to go underneath the trains.
He was born in debt and raised therein
Now he knows for sure – Debt is Death!
~ Bhavya Roy
Bagalpur, India