The Grass is Browner

The grass is browner

On the other side

The fence is tall

And the distance wide

We cast about for some place

To plant our hopes and dreams

To water them and watch over them

To tend them daily and help them slowly grow

But the land is owned by the people

And there are no uncrowded spaces

To put down your seeds

Whatever you plant

And manage to grow

Will not be your own

It will be consumed

By all the many people

And the remnants

Discarded

And trampled

Beneath