Stop working
Throw down your rake
I had all the fertilizer planned
Feeling responsible for the rice plants
And the paddies were flattened one after the other
Thanks to this morning's violent thunder storm
And this half-moon cloudy sky
The plants came down one after another
It is not only in the factories
That work can be demeaning
What is ignoble is
To strive to conceal your insecurity
Working yourself to the bone
...yet, ah, it's happening again
the school of black death seethes in the west
in the spring it was considered
and even called
love itself...
Now, get yourself on home
Phone the weather station
Bundle your head up tight
Prepare to be soaked to the quick
Get yourself out and confront each and every person
All the many faces that are stiffened and wan
Go around encouraging them with your fire
Tell them that you will provide their compensation
Whatever it takes out of you