The landless

Strange Is it not
When politicians scream
Protect our borders
Our way of life
Uncontrolled Borders
Equals Chaos within

And yet

They say Nothing
About The very Land
That We all live apon

Is Dying

Company made slow release
Pollution
Barron Hot spots Growing
Whole community's Suffering
The Slow Devastaion

Where at the end of one day
Those

That live in the country

Will become like Immigrants
Crossing borders
Into the city's
For they have lost Everything
That they had

Were The only firtile land
That will be left
Will be Government Lands

All because
The morales of the Law's
That protect the people's lands

Are not inforced