If it weren't enough
That the farms have gone for broke,
The two-child family awakens one morning
To find the farm machinery gone;
That into middle of night
Men violated darkness
With quiet sleight of hand
And loaded the John Deere,
Farmall, or International
Onto some semi-tractor trailer,
And made tracks out of rural America
To somewhere else.
The last American dream over coffee
Was only FmHA, the banker
And someone doing the work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem