Land Mace

When the land is hardened & sun has baked
Some harvest dust & accept their fate
Some others dreamt of woods & vegetable
An attack ground with fury of a devil
Before the Walter family's attack van
was a spiked war cart to it they sang
"The cart will roll & the pestil will pound
and seeds that couldn't penetrate finally go down"
They'd twist & jump & soften it up
So that the dirt was warm & soft to touch
Well better than stuffing seeds in a barrel
or forcing them down with bow and arrow