These Four Walls That Surround Me

Aye, things have changed over the last six hundred years - and not always for the best!
One thing I don't like these days is all the enclosures you see everywhere. The hills are like wastelands, populated by sheep. The woolly little buggers are all over the place!
The people have been driven from the land!
Property is the thing these days. The whole earth is divided up into property. Even now, in parts of Africa, the earth is being divided up into property and sold off.
In England, the eighteenth century was the big time for property creation. Here in my little town the Commons were divided up and sold off in the 1790s.
When a poor man was kept from the land, then what was he supposed to live off? How was he supposed to keep his woman warm? How was he supposed to feed his children?
Once upon a time the whole earth belonged to the poor man. Then he was driven from the land to manage the best he could in the towns, to feed the new machines with his labour and with his children's stunted bodies, to huddle in his cramped industrial hovel, to starve and shiver, pressed together with his neighbour, forbidden from living on the land because the land ‘belonged’ to Mr. Somebody.
And if he ‘stole’ Mr. Somebody’s property the poor man would be hanged or deported.
The poor man emigrated. He would go to America or Australia to farm the land where the Red Man and the Aborigine had roamed free, like his own ancestors had roamed free in the forests of England.
Now, here in the twenty first century, you all live in little boxes, as if you are scared of the vastness of the earth.
When you travel, you travel as spectators. You might as well stay at home and watch your screen.
Your world is the four walls of your ‘home’, the four walls of your car that takes you to the four walls of your workplace.
In your ‘homes’ you look at a screen that limits the four walls of your mind.
All those years ago we wrapped the earth around us and she kept us safe and warm with her breath and her song.
How pitiful you are, naked and alone, landless and cold, distanced from God’s creation.