The SEEDS are dripping down the rabbit hole,

The GRAINS all lying dead in sleepy space

No drop of water dropping down below

To spring to life this baked and barren place

Where many fall, consumed by fiery want

Bound  by chains wrought by their own very hands

Devoid of brains that make the little ant

Crawl along waving the sugary wands

 

 

 

 

 

 

He met her when she’s standing straight and tall

Guarding the gate where men enter to fall

With beady eyes she begged him to step back

And not take another step towards that crack

 

But on he walked, marching straight towards the hole

Where foul men fall, crushing out their every goal.