A Farmer in the Leaves
There is a farmer in the leaves
With a tear upon his sleeve
He watches the soldiers as they march
Through his fields of green
They move without mercy
They head towards the sea
They grab at people as they go
And know no sympathy
The farmer dares not emerge
From his haven from the purge
Outside the children scream
He shuts his eyes and fights the urge
They will find him some other way
When his soil becomes clay
They find him cold and limp
He will not wake today
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