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?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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