Hunters And Gatherers
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Eric Cockrell
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rooster crowing,
dogs barking, rain falling,
almost a tease...
the price of gas rising,
the cost of life rising,
Wall Street speculates...
gambling with human lives.
so many walk the edge,
teetering with every blow...
the sound of distant trumpets!
small people have big hearts,
picking up pieces of lives,
scattered like trash
on highways that devour.
strong candles stay lit,
flicker with the storm,
yet the light remains,
the light remains...
rooster crowing,
sleep pillows laid aside,
the hunters and gatherers
tuck their children neath their arms!
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