Five Folks Forced Out

Five folks forced out of the womb of the earth, They believe they are her only. They begin the civilized process, And though anger happens They try their hands at the calm. As food loses presence, They must move on For their civilians kill for food and cannot grow. They find another group Of "peaceful" earth birthed folks. These folkies grow for food And themselves know also the calm. "Between folks we do not like your" 'Looks like they want us to grow them' "and we'll mash them and eat their" 'crops are ours. Maybe we need some' "extra weapons. I'm dreamt of guns." The needs of the many, and the needs of the few. When hungry, just what are folks to do?