They have done what never was done before. Not as a people
       takes a land to love it and be fed,                 
A little, acccording to need and love, and again a little; sparing
        the country tribes, mixing                                         
Their blood with theirs, their minds with all the rocks and rivers,
        their flesh with the soil, no, without hunger
Wasting the world and your own labor, without love possessing,
        not even your hands to the dirt but plows
Like blades of knives; heartless machines; houses of steel; using
        and despising the patient earth . . .