THE SOWER

VENGEANCE

Son!
The land is vast and the soil is green;
The rain has poured and the sun has shun;
The earth is moist and the seed is bounty;
The season is here and all is ready.
 
Father!
My strength is great and my will is strong
My tools are set and my hands are ready
Night and day, and with all my strength,
I‘ll sow the seeds and watch them grow.
 
Son!
The sun has set and darkness near.
The birds now call their young to the nest;
The moon the stars get set to play.
What now my son are the seeds you’ve sown?
 
Father!
I’ve sown the thorns, I’ve have sown the stings;
I’ve sown the spike and sown the spine.
The prickles and the bristles I’ve left not out,
In this vast a land and so moist a ground.
 
Son!
The strong and weak set out to work
The fool, the wise all on same field
But each one’s work does stand alone
What now my son are the seeds you’ve sown?
 
Father!
I’ve sown the weeds, I have sown the tares
With all my might and with all my strength
I will toil, I’ll sow, I’ll water and nurture
This vast a land with so many a seed.

Son!
Indeed I must say what a job well done
For with all thy might and with all thy strength
You’ve toiled and sown, you’ve watered and nurtured
This vast a land with many a seed.

When winter comes we plant our seeds
And weed the grass after the rain
And patiently we wait for summer
To harvest our crops and eat our fruits.
 
A proud old man you’ve made your old
To see what strong a young he has
With joy and peace I give to thee
This vast a land with many giant trees.
 
Alas! Alas! This can’t just be!
My soul weeps, my heart does ache
This evil fate of vast a land with giant trees
Of thorns and tares, of prickles and bristles
Which my hands have sown and nurtured.
 
Weep not my child for so it must be;
To give you only what you’ve sown.
It’s just as good as fair can be,
To give you just that which you deserve.