The Field of Brown
My head will drown
My face will frown
My head will drown
In a field of brown
The people run
The normal shun
The people run
From everyone
Love has vanished
Trust is banished
Love has vanished
Amongst the famished
Sadness spreads
Shame rethreads
Sadness spreads
Through all the heads
Advice is taken
All are shaken
Advice is taken
To reawaken
Now they see
Now they see
What it is to be
Get used
To getting used
Or the abused
Become confused
Find yourself
In private hell
Then you’ll tell
You never fell
The starry sky
Of the sorry night
Will make you forget
You forgot to fight
Blizzards come
Freeze the sum
Of every bum
To the point of numb
Then we come down
We come down
In the field of brown
The brown will sleep
As the famished weep
The brown will sleep
With all of the sheep
The snow will fall
While the famished crawl
The snow will fall
Upon the call
A second of peace
A second release
A second of peace
That will never cease
The famished are dead
The field is bred
Without a head
Then we come down
We come down
From the field of brown
Copyright © Rob Washick | Year Posted 2014
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