“We got no voice!”
Farmers making all that noise
Like a flock of crows in the morning
Screeching and tweeting sharing their warning,

The price is too low
The bills are too high
How can you expect us
To live with this lie?

The world is moving faster than thought or time.
The sun’s lava dropping on the ground,
Making
Cracks all around.

The animals are suffering with no water,
The dams are drying up,
As fast as an eagle flying through the air

So, hug our farmers and share their load
After all, without their efforts
There would be none of us all