Tithe to your farmer

Crops are dusting

the flowers are musting

Our muse of the Church has lead us astray

We got lost in the clouds

in the missions

and conditions

and left the earth to bleed and decay.

It’s time to stop running

big pharma is coming

with GMO seeds and Glysopahte spray

Mass farming won’t save us

its we who will change this,

thithe to your farmer

for we can’t run away

help bale and build armour

of health for our farmers

equipment and labour

and lands of our neighbours

Its up to you and me

to plant gardens and feed

to call in the birds and the bumble bee

We’re a garden away from Eden today

We’ll bring heaven to earth the physical way.

Sweat off the brow

remembering how

It took us all in motion for the winds to change.