A Woman in the Cotton Field

A Woman in the Cotton Field
One woman in the field –
Looks like she’s been forgotten.
Her hopes and dreams are spilled
Over a dusty cotton.
The cotton’s like her hair;
She bends, then picks and speaks
With her — words in the air,
Hot tears down her cheeks.
“Fifteen cents per kilo:
I’ll earn a sack of money!
Will make a lavish wedding
For my dear sonny.
Let him only come!
Or is Russia far?
Does she not stop migrant
Workers from home-heading?”
Nearby,
along the road
A giant white light board
With the current president’s
Smiling, happy photo
and his election motto:
“Each and Every Person
is Our Supreme Value!”
A slow voice in her throat
Like the lamb so mild,
(The woman likes the Value!):
“Take my breathe and vote,
But bring me back my child…
Can you?”
One Woman in the Field…
Photo taken from the Internet