I Remember the Land

I remember the land, I remember its people, They ways, the stupidity of Their mentality, I never came To heard of this term depression Until earlier on in life, I came to terms with hatred, bigotry Because it’s a disease, right up there With cancer, and corvid 19 Do you remember, the children Of the eighties, and their carefree looks on life Drugs, sex and intellectual freedom, It goes like this. I don’t think of labor I don’t think of work. To be laboring Means to be working, and if it's not self employed Its slavery with small wages. From the man. “i remember the land and I remember its people They stupidity from their mentality had worried me I remember the dead, and I remember How those trees outlived them, I Remember the language of the trees, That whispering sound of freedom And the sound of human longevity, Due to the kindness of a matured land The waste land we leave behind, even without spoken words Can tell a story, of abandonment, You might see a grassy area, I see, a court date I see families fighting for ownerships, I see illegitimates children, fighting for the right The land we leave behind, even without Spoken words, know it's worth. How you come to terms with yours..