I am but a simple fisherman
just out to catch one fish
Not nets have I when fishing
for just one will fill my dish

I am but a simple hunter
a single arrow's all I need
no quiver do I carry
one **** will my family feed

I am but a simple farmer
ploughing fields still by hand
I have grow enough and never more
lest it rot within the land

These simple ways have all but gone
replaced by corporate greed
where we take like no tomorrow
it doesn't matter what we need

One day the rivers will be empty
and the game will all be gone
and the land will be so tired
how did we let it go so wrong?