Sowers and Reapers

Updated: Mar 26

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Jody drove a pickup
worked down on the farm
Abused migrant workers
said it brought no harm
But sowers will be reapers
what goes must come around
Now pay dirt troubles Jody
somewhere underground
Fern spied from the outside
downhill never back
Spread lies from the curbside
tied truth to the track
But sowers will be reapers
what goes must come around
Falsehood captured Fern
so far she's not been found
There’s a big storm brewing
with the changing days
A bad gale coming
to break apart old ways
And dark clouds amassing
come to cleanse the guilt
A hard rain fighting
to wash away the silt
Rickshaw stole a young girl
fast tracked it down south
The family got a clue
came by word of mouth
But sowers will be reapers
what goes must come around
Rickshaw started swimming
word is that he drowned
There’s a big storm brewing
with the changing days
A bad gale coming
to break apart old ways
And dark clouds amassing
come to cleanse the guilt
A hard rain fighting
to wash away the silt
They look up and down
they look all around
They look for the thing
that cannot be found
Could this be the night
when secrets get told
When favours get pledged
and answers unfold
We know the rich weep
we know the poor cry
Depends if they cheat
depends if they lie
At night they will rest
beneath changing winds
And if they awake
their old life begins
The Devil's in the bushes
His friends hang out here
Stirring in the shadows
saying: “Nothing to fear"
But sowers will be reapers
what goes must come around
Catch them in the searchlight
hear their every sound
There’s a big storm brewing
with the changing days
A bad gale coming
to break apart old ways
And dark clouds amassing
come to cleanse the guilt
A hard rain fighting
to wash away the silt
A big storm brewing
with the changing days
A bad gale coming
to break apart old ways
Dark clouds amassing
come to cleanse the guilt
A hard rain fighting
to wash away the silt
A big storm brewing
with the changing days
A bad gale coming
to break apart old ways
Dark clouds amassing
come to cleanse the guilt
A hard rain fighting
to wash away the silt


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