by Natasha Miller
(East Coast, USA)
They left farms, tenements out of control knowing it wasn't permanent.
Crops dying, animals not fed. They certainly were oblivious to the life that they led.
Pitch fork and rakes making loud noises became daily occurrences.
Noone knows where their mind went and how they lost all sense.
It isn't clear why they did it making everything around them intense.
All those who crossed their path subjected to pain, torment, constantly, abnormally teased.
Twisted farmers unknowingly going insane by Mad Cow Disease!