Is it time to admit that we’ve now been browbeat
By the crocodile smiles, the lies and conceit?
When they’ve sold the very soil from under our feet
What dire fate do you think we peasants shall meet?
Our plants wilt and the animals choke
As the fetid air slowly merges with smoke
While we scrimp and save and do what we can
And wonder what life will be like after man.Continue reading “Tumbleweed Town”