Real Estate Versus the Land 1987

Man’s hand tightens around the throat of the Land
Where shall we run from the weight of his interest?
Oh how I chafe at the binders.

How are people supposed to live?
The whole world of poor is held at the mercy of the moneyed few
And those who try to live quietly on the Land are driven out
Or forced to the concrete and the cardboard
The post and the nail.
The city is sacked, and the high born buy refuge in the country
And there is no middle ground.

We yearn to live on the Land
When?
We have this vision

I have this vision, but it isn’t wealthy enough for the world
And it costs too much.

This was our first field
Where we herded our little flock.
In my vision that indeed, you gave me
We tend again the garden.  We shepherd the flocks.
We care for all, and we live.  Our peace is our living.
No-one drives us off, with weapon or coin
Coin won’t have power over life, like it does here, now, my love.
The Land is dear.

But the high born scorn your price,
They scatter a miserly fee for the purchase
They scorn the alter and require the blood instead
To the post and the nail!

I can see Paradise.  Even from the top of this post
And you have turned in a king’s ransom
For me.