Posted By: Donnersurvivor
"progress" - 02/10/20 01:22 AM
Born to this farm
I worked the soil
I loved my life
And my toil
Replaced now
By heartless machine
The farmer looks sad
Progress, nightmare not dream
My gate is flung open
I am chased out
No place for me now
I wander aimlessly about
The farmer stands often
By the open gate
He knows someday
He shall share my fate
I worked the soil
I loved my life
And my toil
Replaced now
By heartless machine
The farmer looks sad
Progress, nightmare not dream
My gate is flung open
I am chased out
No place for me now
I wander aimlessly about
The farmer stands often
By the open gate
He knows someday
He shall share my fate