My land

A land of a great meadow, where dandelions grow /
Flowers or weeds , of mother seeds /
Of what is it you see /
Storms or water to feed /
You trample all over these /
Winds of change /
People roaming with no brains /
Now we grow violence, instead of tree's /
Mother please /
The smell of death blows across my land's breast /
I say again Mother please /
My land no , OUR land yes/
Education put to the test /
My view failed at best /
greed took over making it a mess /
Ink replaced by gun powder /
Many left with out son or daughter /
Do you not see what i see /
Sea to sea /......
jimmy j