Tar Sands

This new creation by demand not summiting some useless stand, that when you spit it in your hands look now, behold, its called tar sands! But here, the handle, 'BRASKA'S pan reject this omen, the farm man, the food was put here by God's plan the soil's our future, planting's scan! The outside coastlines building up to droll out water, cup by cup they call it "fracking", that's enough we call it stealing from our trough! They'll be a War here, not "some day" who has the water, food ~ I pray the bigger guy still gets his way, and what we swallow, makes us clay! We know God did a better thing the soil, the air, Sun . . everything Earth to fruition every Spring but water, Lord, the rain must bring! It could be vacuumed, what they do, it's still called hacking, getting through what else is lacking ~ feeding you? we're interacting with adieu! While underneath . . . . measurements lieu is recreating . . . . water's view!