Thin Ice - The Sower

Seeds cast on fertile ground
Man controls the sky
Rains come pouring down
Roots take hold and thrive

Spread out across the land
Like tentacles their shape
The greedy, dreadful hands
Of thieves who take and take

Familiar obscenities
From recent, distant past
Grow anew: insanity
The earth cannot outlast

Now, land is changing hues
Once golden fields now black
Who will stop the sower
And take his land back?

Written by:
Jacob Gallegos

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