The Smallest Pebble:

It’s never fair
But what can I do?
I am but a pebble
In comparison to you

In my fields the crops grow
From miniscule seeds
Yet I’m paid near to nothing
Because of your greed

The smallest pebble
Can change the flow
Where would you be?
Without the crops that I grow

Theft is a crime
Frowned upon by your laws
And yet you commit it
And widen the flaws

My family will starve now
The moneys worn thin
Spent it on seeds
To grow food that you bin

Help me out
Buy fair-trade
Allow me to be proud
Of the good money I’ve made

Let me live
Let me grow old
Just a little bit extra
For the crop I have sold

Be the pebble
And change the tide
Alter the flow
For a gentler ride

Help me.....