For years the chapel gave the folks
A shelter in the past
Through Sickness Weakness Death they came
To weather stormy blasts.
But then the farmers moved away
As agri-business rose
Their kids moved off for school and jobs
Or so the saying goes.
The problem runs much deeper yet
A pardigmic shift
The urban folks now run the farms
With global-outlook slick.
The inputs now are fueled machines
And weapons left from war
Their targets shifted from our fights
To increased agri-store.
One farmer found a few years back
His crop dead from the root
The rain that brought the ag-chem down:
Too little too dilute.
The chapel’s now been moved away
Too few to pay a lot
So rural pain is urban gain
Except for cancer’s spot.