the birds of the air will come and lodge in poetry

talk about the need
puttin’ down the seed
hopin’ for a future where we all can feed
goin’ to the field
workin’ for the yield
the rich gonna try to steal so our lips are sealed
some of us are starvin’
waiting for the harvest
but when the crops do rise brother it will go the farthest
forgoing the luster
throwing down the mustard
when the summer’s high we’re gonna reap the freedom, buster
we’re gonna reap the freedom, buster
call for freedom justice loud
coming like a thundercloud