02 September 2015

Harvest Chaos (another song I would love to finish)

Winter is a breath away But the children play like a summer day The grains, the harvest Will have their say They trust the hands That promise food The harvest chaos For the common good But the land cries out rebuke And we can't afford to lose So the fight is the same as in the days of yore Where Heavy hands Break other backs for more They still take what can't be theirs Mother nature, captive For a cause that doesn't care While empty hands reach up for more They're selling seed patents today in court So the fight is the same as in the days of yore 'Cause What isn't mine, doesn't make it yours. What isn't mine, doesn't make it yours. We've gone to the right We've gone to the left We draw our lines where sand is sifted there's nothing left But the hourglass is lifted again we're off on the right or the left Having guarded nothing worth being kept The dignity of man, the fruit that God gives But tyranny is what We're covered in But tyranny is what we're covered in So what will become of the poorest, What will become of the fatherless, Keep our soil under us. turn off the sounds that distract Leave your borrowed souls in tact Lift your eyes up to the One with answers Who gave us this earth to feed The masses

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