Price of Grain

We all talk a lot

about wanting to be free

Sitting in the last lap of luxury

While some are dying

for a handful of rice

Who controls the market

who fixes the price

THE PRICE OF GRAIN

AND THE PRICE OF BLOOD

I asked the well-dressed Eurofarmer

Why do some grow fat

while others starve

He said “Can’t afford to send food to Ethiopia

Be realistic – this ain't Utopia”

They’re dumping potatoes

and burning grain

And pouring fresh milk down the drain

While rich young things

in brand new cars

Play fast and loose like superstars

THE PRICE OF GRAIN

AND THE PRICE OF BLOOD

And we in the west all know and care

And we all shed our crocodile tears

Playing games while others die

So we se we can keep our prices high

And everyone says “We’re not to blame”

Let’s all wash hands and play the game

Boom and slump and waste and glut

The currency is human blood

THE PRICE OF GRAIN

AND THE PRICE OF BLOOD

THE PRICE OF BLOOD

THE PRICE OF BLOOD