My Grand Children’s Future

16 Nov

My Great Grandfather opened this country.

He came here to build a better life

And once he could see a real future

He brought out his children and wife.

My father saw the world rapidly changing

From farm labourers to big machinery.

He toiled hard everyday to make ends meet

Then past the farm to me.

We all worked for the same reasons,

To produce food so the hungry can eat.

Labouring hard through good and bad seasons

Growing fat lambs, wool, rice, oats and wheat.

But now our young ones are lured to the city

And whole families just up and go.

Shops in the main street are empty

And there are a few things I’d like to know.

Like; why do people who choose to live surrounded by concrete

Feel they need to dictate to me?

They paint me as some kind of demon

Questioning my care for my land and country.

And why are we struggling in drought

While our river is flowing wide and strong?

Why do I get less services for my taxes?

And compared to city folk I won’t live as long?

Our world has gotten out of balance

And some things really don’t seem fair.

I labour so we can feed ourselves

But the people I am feeding don’t seem to care!

I feel like no one is listening

To our truth and what we have to say.

I feel like we are pawns in senseless game

Our politicians love to play.

I fear soon there will be no fresh food in our markets

And for a little we will all have to pay so much more.

Remembering my Great Grandfather came for a better future,

But I fear my Grand children’s future may be hungry and poor.

Craig (03/11/2019)

Craig Buller

My Little Brother