Hands Destroying Fate
Living in the country
I finally understand,
The frustration of the farmer
and, the importance of our land.
With the senseless self destruction
of the air, our seas and land,
We destroy the strong traditions
passed down through father's hand.
And, traditions build foundations
that foreclosures strip away,
Polluting with our progress
more land with each new day.
Combining self destruction
with the banker's auctioneer,
We sacrafice the future
for the children we hold dear.
If we'd let the past be guidance
maybe then we'd understand,
And, learn from our forefathers
respect for life and land.
Written by,
Sheri Lynne Evans
October 11, 2008
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