Father To Son.

Son of the soil protect this land this gift our forefathers blessed. With gnarled fingers they dug deep the earth To bring forth food and ore from a land warm and supple Poured forth milk to nourish us all. Son of the soil protect this land Nurture the soil, replenish it, till and plow the source of our existence. Don’t let selfish desire persistent greed endless strife bleed the hand that feeds. Son of the soil protect this land Do not rape or plunder this precious gift Else woe will be your fare of arid cracked and fissured lands Hunger and despair . Son of the soil protect this land Let not the friendly wind blow on empty dust nor cheat us of this gift bestowed. Don’t let our forefathers turn in their graves to see a wretched land, empty hands nor hear crying hearts or prayers for rain. Let them only sing songs of praise to you my son. Son of the soil protect this land. Make your forefathers proud.