Poetry – The Land

Poetry – The Land

The Land

Once the land was free,

Without boundaries,

Flowing with trees

Alive with birds and bees.

The robber barons claimed the land

Using methods underhand,

With their villainous bands

And fences manned.

They chopped the trees and enslaved us all,

Forcing us to crawl,

Building their vast halls,

Driving us to the wall.

Now the land is owned by a few.

Run by the same crew,

The wealth flowing through.

Still screwing me and you.

Opher – 23.9.2020

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