El Niño and desertification…
Broken land has long since died,
clouds now for years have lied.
Dust makes dusty fields
Farmers descend as Savior
Greed foods for good life
'I don't like Poetry'
Said the husband to the wife..
'I've no time for such things
I live a Farmers life'
Rise! Rise! O Farmers!
Raise your voice!
Reinstate your claim for the land you own,
Rejuvenate your life with courage and might.
I'd spent so many summers on my uncle's farm
and loved to feel the roots of rightful, old tradition.
Our day began when Mr. Sandman passed and the alarm
was getting ready to convey programmed decision
For centuries, farmers have fed us, but,
Not for a moment, we think about them!
The secret of our fine, fit, robust living?
How food is readily made available to us!
We let Ontario farmers sing
About the joys the woods do bring,
But we, in regions of North-West
Do think prairie farms the best,
He couldn't see
The end of the road
Blinded by misery
What to do, there was nothing to do
It felt a little awkward
As I lay upon the grass
Naked as my day of birth
The sun burning my ass