"Bigger Barns" [Module#166] (Luke 12:13ff)

Good thing my name ain’t “Barns”, I’d say, and this ain’t ’bout my wife;
“I’ll tear down little barns”, she’d say “and build up one just right”;
But this is ’bout some greedy guy who thinks he’s got it made,
And needs a place to store his crops, then he’ll have cash in spades.

My name’s “McDee”, I write some books, and also poetry;
I hardly need some bigger barns for what will come to me;
For writers are like farmers who make value-added’s base,
For other guys to multiply our crops, who’ll need the space –

To store their produce, sack on sack, until it gets obscene;
At least that’s what the farmers think, that’s what us writers mean;
But then I got to publish one, and saw reality –
Nobody’s making cash on this, we do it all for free –

For they can buy it somewhere else across the ocean waves,
Both food and books (and other things with which we spend our days);
Economy is tanking for us – centuries we’ve had
It pretty good compared to most, but now it’s getting sad.

My mind goes back to Northern days up on the Sandy rez –
There were no jobs, and fur was gone – it’s coming here that says
To me – and with it family time, like Kodak company,
Whose best years were depression days – folks captured fun to see –

It later when the rest was gone, and kids had moved away,
Now city-Slickers one and all, with whom they all could stay;
There is a shake-up going on, our kids will feel it most;
And as for us, our goose is cooked – economy is toast.

Will coveting fade off that day, or do the poor folks crave?
Oh yes, some do, but it’s a choice we’ll face that desperate day;
So settle now, as rich or poor, or somewhere in between,
Just what is “valuable” to you, and what do “riches” mean?

Thanks Lord for this.

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