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by Michael Franti & Spearhead

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Wanting for that silk cloak,

is not the way to become a traditional bloak

Lusting is not the way,

always turn down all gifts this way.

Wishing is untraditional

for the family honor must be conditional.

Burning with greed a new field

will not make your other worries yield.

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The fields, a plowed green earth, feeds and gives

giving without question

waiting for the farmer,

bringing forth harvest

rumbling with peaceful slumber,

a humbling mass of peace

a loving part of life.

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while growing impatient

the old man rushed his son

to bite his son the son showed respect

to do as he was told showed respect

to not talk back showing respect

to take care of the old man is showing respect

after all the old man was his own blood and bones

while grinding his teeth
the son took care of the man

to bring him his water

to feed him

to give him grandsons

to warm his old bones with new ones

all the old generation wanted this from their own blood and bones

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His eyes burning with greed,

His heart aching with want,

His mind swirling with lust

His stomach rumbling with hunger,

The Uncle wanted

in his house,

for the world,

inside the market,

for his nephew's food and riches.

Their bodies moved by their anger,

their hearts commanded by greed,

their feet pounding with a purpose,

their minds obsessing for food.,

the villagers raided

inside Wang Lung's house

for the nephew's hidden food,

in through the door,

in the poor farmer's home.