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Drought...
Stranded and forgotten, as out of sight is out of mind.
Just left to rot like all our dead live stock.
Not a drop of rain in years, our mother nature can be so unkind.
We are suffocating in this drought,
"Fuck em" the government said, they can go with out.
Our barren land is worse then before, to many suicides on our farms, far to many of these tough souls just can't bare any more.
They work these lands to put food on our plates, with blood sweet and tears, yet now look at their fate.
Far to many have lost it all,
We pray to the heavens now for some sweet rainfall...
Just left to rot like all our dead live stock.
Not a drop of rain in years, our mother nature can be so unkind.
We are suffocating in this drought,
"Fuck em" the government said, they can go with out.
Our barren land is worse then before, to many suicides on our farms, far to many of these tough souls just can't bare any more.
They work these lands to put food on our plates, with blood sweet and tears, yet now look at their fate.
Far to many have lost it all,
We pray to the heavens now for some sweet rainfall...
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