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Dry Season (poetry)

Dry Season
it is the dry season
the river ebbs low
the farmers are worried
what if the rains don’t come
the fields are planted, unfallow
everything is ready
the silos bulging with emptiness
just let the rains come
let there be just a little luck
and man can do the rest
just give a little luck
it is still the dry season
does the dry season always last so long
the river is ever lower
the old men tell of worse times
old men always tell stories
today is today
today is sucking tomorrow dry
the fields are ready
the crows eat the seeds
we plant the seeds again
let there be just a little luck
and man can do the rest
just a little luck
my child tells me he is hungry
he looks at the blue of the empty heaven
and he has anger in his heart
the river is still here, but a trickle
a strong foot can divert it
it brings nothing except the memory of hope
the old men don’t tell stories any more
they are as lost as anyone else
the world is supposed to be one way
and when it changes, what do we do
we must do something
but we do not know
gods, if you hear me,
let the rains come
it is the time
it is the time
everything is forgiven
just let it rain
let there be just a little luck
and man can do the rest
just give us a little luck
where my home was is gone
where my fathers prayed the jungle conquers
the way things were aren’t the way they will be again
the world changes and we change with it, or we don’t
the old men are dead, yet, my son is alive
in a world that is not where we are from
and there is no love here
the land does not sing here
but there is life
but there is hunger still
and misery, always misery close to the surface
but there is life
where the old men are dead
we are here
the word is that the rains have come
it is a late harvest
the flowers are in bloom and the fields finally alive
there is happiness with the stench of death
always quickly forgotten
we are in a new place, a different place
there is a different type of field to plant here
this is not what I know, but I will try
my son should never be hungry
let there be just a little luck
and man can do the rest
just a little luck
just a little luck
and man can do the rest
it is the dry season
the river ebbs low
the farmers are worried
what if the rains don’t come
the fields are planted, unfallow
everything is ready
the silos bulging with emptiness
just let the rains come
let there be just a little luck
and man can do the rest
just give a little luck
it is still the dry season
does the dry season always last so long
the river is ever lower
the old men tell of worse times
old men always tell stories
today is today
today is sucking tomorrow dry
the fields are ready
the crows eat the seeds
we plant the seeds again
let there be just a little luck
and man can do the rest
just a little luck
my child tells me he is hungry
he looks at the blue of the empty heaven
and he has anger in his heart
the river is still here, but a trickle
a strong foot can divert it
it brings nothing except the memory of hope
the old men don’t tell stories any more
they are as lost as anyone else
the world is supposed to be one way
and when it changes, what do we do
we must do something
but we do not know
gods, if you hear me,
let the rains come
it is the time
it is the time
everything is forgiven
just let it rain
let there be just a little luck
and man can do the rest
just give us a little luck
where my home was is gone
where my fathers prayed the jungle conquers
the way things were aren’t the way they will be again
the world changes and we change with it, or we don’t
the old men are dead, yet, my son is alive
in a world that is not where we are from
and there is no love here
the land does not sing here
but there is life
but there is hunger still
and misery, always misery close to the surface
but there is life
where the old men are dead
we are here
the word is that the rains have come
it is a late harvest
the flowers are in bloom and the fields finally alive
there is happiness with the stench of death
always quickly forgotten
we are in a new place, a different place
there is a different type of field to plant here
this is not what I know, but I will try
my son should never be hungry
let there be just a little luck
and man can do the rest
just a little luck
just a little luck
and man can do the rest

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