Written by Rebecca Kenny

“You reap what you sow.”
Isn’t that what they say?
Isn’t that what you tell them as they’re working away,

In the blistering heat
In the pouring of rain,
“You reap what you sow” Whilst collecting their grain.

“You reap what you sow.”
Mother Nature is bare
Mother Nature is tortured, bones ground and flesh pare.

The fruit of your labours, The work of their hands. “You reap what you sow” Profiting from their lands.

Fairtrade for the workers!
Fairtrade for the earth!
Fairtrade for the hearts who invest in rebirth,

Of what some call a miracle, and some say is luck But whom all should agree it has been run amuck. By those who’s green fingers are dyed by the blood, Of the farmers who drown in the cooperate flood.

Of the farmers who feed and water and clothe And shelter and power and battle with throes.

Who keep us alive,
who keep us afloat
With so little reward, with so much they devote

For this I say thank you, and I send out my plea That the world opens up, to listen and see. “You reap what you sow”, this much is true Fairtrade you would seek if this farmer was

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