Old Hen

i’m scratching again my chicks all gone i’m searching  for feed
for fodder for some way to rate to grant my community
something of value to live by pecking away with no order
 
my livin’ ain’t easy never has been really no pappy standin
by but i’m diggin’ deep this time no time now for pretendin
that this old world is not a greedy bastard well not the planet
she the most generous forgiving loving mother giver ever
heard of but it appears she might be gettin’ tired of this
human experiment gone mad even your own kin exhaust you
sometimes offspring can act like aliens et’s behave better than
native sons with guns in crippled hands we women ain’t
much better I guess but who knows  all the triggers are
being pulled by men in black big wads of money enhancing
their weapons i’m not sure about Gaia, but i’m damn tired
and sick to death of war, ain’t gonna study no more
fact is
 
i’m scratching again my chicks all gone i’m searching  for feed
for fodder for some way to rate to grant my community
something of value to live by pecking away with no order
sister can you hear me?
 
 
 
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