The
Bidor farmers
Now
they are in the jammed
Squating
on state land
Decades
of memories gone
While
they are at it
They
forget to get their own land
With
money earned from their harvests
They
build concrete homes...
Without
grants of titles
They
are at the mercy of the State
For
the State has the right to evict
The
right to sell the land
Now
the dreams are shattered
The
State has earmarked for development
Maybe
it is an excuse to mine for sand
The
agricultural products State forget
Bidor
is a small town
Who
want to really stay there?
There
are other undeveloped land
Why
pick on the farmers?
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