By EDDIE GRIFFIN
Journalism Guild Writer
They invite your impropriety
They’re so glad that you could come
They ignore your many addictions
And they knew that you’d succumb
Tragic hero of rural crisis
On your back many towns have grown
Do you know your intrinsic value
Can’t you see the seeds they’ve sown
Seeds fertilized in ignorance
And strewn throughout the state
Watered with demagoguery
Now they consummate your fate
Can you see now what you’ve lost
Can you glean the distraction
Without knowledge of self
There is no basis for action