In a corn field
Where nothing ever grows
He stands and stares
No one cares
Birds in flight
With the will to fight
Flying freely
Like a run away kite
Exhausted with tiredness
Sun scorching his head
Hands like splinters
Harsh will be the winter
Swooping down to capture
A closer look
Swirling around him
They take what they can
As the burnt ground
Suddenly hardens
With frost winters face
Hunger takes place
Let the rain fall
He prays
With his eyes touching the sky
Hardship in the lines of seeds
Again he prays oh why
Days pass nothing changes
Noise of the turning pages
Cries call out from the children
Empty tummies
Rumbling like drums
Digging the dark
Cold ground
Nothing to feed them
Nothing to be found
Laying their heads down
On cold damp beds
Echoes of hardship
Fill each wall
