The farmer in the valley has his sprinklers on to sustain his crops,
Thirsty expanses of soybeans and corn. They look almost
Festive from over here, but the water he uses comes
Out of the ground. The farmers all pump it. It isn't replaced.
The chemicals sprayed to encourage these plants, and ward off
The bugs and wither the weeds, drains from those fields into
Rivers nearby, killing the fish and everything else, as the farmers
Tell anyone willing to listen that they are the ones who care
Most for the planet. In fact, they're just capitalist monsters in jeans,
Who profit by raping the land.