The Farmer

R Randy McClave Randy McClave
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They once gave me a gun to kill I threw it away and I picked up a spade to till, In my garden for life I would rather toil Never will I place any person beneath the soil. For no one will I ever kill or murder, I told them I was too busy, as I am a vegetable herder. They once told me that I needed to vote “To protect the rich and greedy”? that I quote, They wanted me to end the funding for the poor And they wanted me to pay more taxes to have a war. I will not elect evil, and starvation I will not pardon, So, I went to work inside my garden. They told me once that I had to sit in a jury But, towards no one do I hate or hold any fury, They wanted me to decide the life of someone I didn't know I told them that I was a farmer and only life would I sow. Then I told them I was going back to my farm, Where I would raise life, and I would seek no harm. Randy L. McClave

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