The Song's Of A Layman Poem by Wangchat konyak

I am a layman,
I plough and bend beneath the sky,
And earned a bread with sweat to breathe,
I have a tiny roof - ragged and leak -
Where I rest my head from gale and storm,
I have a family that shares the common roof
And impart on the indistinguishable yoke.
At night, when the world lay asleep,
I lay awake on the fragile wooden bed
And dream dreams of building a home,
Until the sun's rays intrude from the leakage.
I am a layman,
My survival relies on crops, farms and herds,
And I do have a fear, a fear of famine,
As I have seen the tragic end of my livestock,
It was not easy to refurbish what I have lost
Yet, I did try to start from scratch.
I am a layman,
I have a simpler dream, and that is to live,
I stood to abide by each law as dictated.
Though my tiny wage was earned for a meal,
I led myself burn and my family to starved
But, I never once failed to pay the tax
Nor opposed the system and the King.
I am a layman,
My voice for justice, liberty and rights
Would never dare to cross the fence,
For I know the walls beyond my fence
Is built on a concrete floor touching the sky.