
silence the crowd,
quieten the rumors,
thats all we have in mind for this field.
a field so corrupted.
a field so polluted.
causing drastic changes to farmers who harvested it.
the visions became unclear.
fogged by immoral burnings.
these insects prey on it.
they keep on praying for more.
the hunger always lingering.
these people fight in it.
they keep on fighting for more.
where are the morality?LOST!
where is the armored spirit?GONE!
who should we blame?YOU!
who should we turn to?
no one.
other than our own selves who still believes in the passion
that the field once create.
we,the farmers,will keep on fighting.
a war against this plague.
we have to win.
for a better future's sake.