The drum calling for food can be hear
while the workers speed up the pace,
the sun fills the space where the clouds do not cover the ground
bringing comfort to the strained arms,
and to the thirsty words an attentive ear
for this cry comes from within
waiting, paying tribute to silence
that the claims have called uncertain,
for after reaching nothing
continue the journey
thanking God for sustenance.
Poetry
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