"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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