I see a landscape broken
Furrows of soil lay open
Waiting for a season
Warm Sun, seeds and rain
This land looks so peaceful
Yet violence has occurred
The sod broken
Steel Discs and Tractor
Breaking up pastoral land
All was fine before the plan
Will it reap what is desired
Or will that season
never come
And sunny hopes darken
Eroding once pastoral land
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