The Farmer And The Butcher Poem by Woru Sulyman

The Farmer And The Butcher

Some build men to build wealth.
Others bleed men to build it.
The farmer and the butcher—
the pig squealed.

No seed, no sweat.
Just the cut,
the coin,
the quiet reaping.

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