They once gave me a gun to kill
I threw it away and I picked up a spade to till,
In my garden for life I would rather toil
Never will I place any person beneath the soil.
For no one will I ever kill or murder,
I told them I was too busy, as I am a vegetable herder.
They once told me that I needed to vote
“To protect the rich and greedy”? that I quote,
They wanted me to end the funding for the poor
And they wanted me to pay more taxes to have a war.
I will not elect evil, and starvation I will not pardon,
So, I went to work inside my garden.
They told me once that I had to sit in a jury
But, towards no one do I hate or hold any fury,
They wanted me to decide the life of someone I didn't know
I told them that I was a farmer and only life would I sow.
Then I told them I was going back to my farm,
Where I would raise life, and I would seek no harm.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem