Summer came, the odd blue sky
\nBut tragically ask yourselves why
\nThe skies above now are seldom blue
\nWithout streaks of artificiality too
\nAre crops abundant there are a few
\nGrains to be threshed when cherries do
\nLook plump and ready, those around
\nBut the Fruit on my trees weigh not even one pound!<\/p>\n
Apples are here but lack of the sun
\nAt Lammastime
\nWhat has that done?
\nThe summer bounty isn’t as great
\nBut Our celebration
\nIt cannot wait
\nIn hope, for the sun to ripen fast
\nUpon those fruits where her eye she cast
\nWe remember Ceres the goddess she
\nTaught us to preserve seed fertility<\/p>\n
In the form of grains which we surely did
\nBut now Monsanto in their bid
\nIn their pursuit of a profit base
\nNeglecting the goddess not knowing her place
\nIn the Scheme of things all they see
\nAre dollar bills unfortunately<\/p>\n
Farmers are told seed saved will die
\nGenetically altered under the sky
\nThe farmers question their place
\nnow here
\nFor the world they knew is far from clear<\/p>\n
The corporations will not take heed
\nYou see they want you to buy new seed
\nTheir seed thats doctored to withstand their
\nPower of attorney that lets you share
\na little of their wealth if you pay
\nA colossal sum to them today<\/p>\n
If not they come from out of the sky
\nTo apply the spray and your crops will die
\nLammas Time and the goddess who
\nCreated life on Earth for you
\nGave us cereals in her name
\nClearly she is not to blame<\/p>\n
It’s the minds of men whose warped desire
\nIs to lead us screaming through their fire
\nTo sell more roundup to sell and sell
\nAnd draw us down to their man made hell
\nTo threaten us more to upset each day
\nAnd really and honestly to drive us awayi<\/p>\n
From the land we loved and wanted to share
\nUntil only the corporation was there
\nWho gave us our orders for slaves we be
\nand they decide our fertility
\nEugenics is working it’s now alive
\nOne wonders how many of us will survive<\/p>\n
To remember the sabatts and each celebration
\nWorked through the hearts of this precious nation
\nCommitted to Ceres the goddess who gave
\nOur ancestors hope from the seeds they did save
\nWhether ROLLRIGHTS will stay with its lichens still green
\nWill the mole hills still be here or some great machine
\nWould have levelled the sacredness out of where we
\nStood in our circles protected and free<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Summer came, the odd blue sky But tragically ask yourselves why The skies above now are seldom blue Without streaks of artificiality too Are crops abundant there are a few Grains to be threshed when cherries do Look plump and … Continue reading