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?
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