Green Fields

The green fields have become a rotten brown
Brutes in boots have put a stamp on them
The fatherland was the only plan
Now the down and trodden are opting for another
The truth can only earn you a seat in jail
Bills, bills, billing everywhere
The ears of the constituents are never satisfied
A bill is just another rope to tie them to plan A
When they refuse constitutional billing,
Their home will bill them further
When they walk on the roads, potholes will bill them
If they must sign a thing, a bill is the sign for the thing
I cannot chant about the leaders of tomorrow
It weighs my lips to a protruding silence
The flag is green, but the cost is greener

Vera