Cracked Faces

They came in the night When the rich man rested And the poor man gazed at the night sky Both were far away In a dreamland Thinking of milk and honey A time when they had more in their tummies. The rich man had heard on the news that this time was upon them The poor man had seen how his people struggled to buy beans and samp. Both men knew that something had to be done. Before it was too late; before everything was gone. The wind swirled the dust around all the houses. Dry tongues and aching heads Deserted places And Cracked Faces When would the calling of the drums be heard? This is the pot we have stirred. Was there a lesson to be learned?