Lost & Found
Lost is my home, my finest of things,
Found are the tractors, and the danger they bring.
Lost is my family, which I once took pride,
Found are the Okies, who can't seem to bide.
Lost is the will to stay defiant,
Found is the bank, the mighty giant.
I'm scared how of the government will sting,
For we are always hanging from a string.
I work and I work trying to turn the tide,
Yet the farther we go west, the harder the ride.
What's left of my family, I am reliant,
For without them, I wouldn't be as compliant.
Looking back at all that is lost,
I curse the bank with every thought.
Although I've heard of the western paradise,
We, the Okies, could not pay the price.
As soon as they think we can progress,
That is when they decide to pay less.
Wander and wander is all we tend to do,
Hoping that in the end, we will come through.