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The Farmland The mid-west of the USA flat plain many farmers tilling rich soil; red barns under a blue sky. The community thrived, cows and horses in the fields the Amis people lived nearby in peace with God. There was harmony here and whispering grass. Agricultural – business moved in, bought up land the farmers could not compete and sold out. Empty barns, fading colours, falling into disrepair No cows in the field, no horses or dogs Silent despair of ruined homesteads hangs In the bitter wind telling of failure. This is the way we live the strongest always wins.

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