[Radix]

In the wasted fields
Where crops lay dead

A seed does thrive
The need to survive

Do not fold use your head
What fertile ground yields

[Old Sarge]

Watch in the night goes on,
screen after screen shows
quiet in their hums and whirrs,
sectors clear and all safe.

Friends on one screen,
hold my eyes and
dance across the boards,
also silent, but singing.

I spend a few hours here,
holding watch over screens
of warning and alert,
so others might know good times tomorrow.

Fair Trade, I'd say...