Cannon


No man can be further away from his origin
Brought up in the decadence of consumerism
Fighting back the silent way
Standing his ground
A one man fight of consciousness
Planting his seed in everyone around him
Letting nature do its course
Ripped away from mother earth
The plant withers and dies of thirst
Fed by light, air and water
Grows into that strong tree
Providing shade for us all