A Place In The Country

Picture minds working for what’s good
So that all things could have a place their own
If every inch is a concrete box
What’s free is only what you’ll buy into

There’s no turning back
Every garden tilled into another monstrous mess
Birds are silenced by our rude desire

A weakness is all they need to grow
Our fear so we’ll follow

There’s no turning back
One mans vision is not the word
Of all who live here now
Dressed disguised as one who says he knows

Ignorant is the human heart
Consumed by the thought
It doesn’t have enough