So all waited for manna
In the orange dawn
And let their feet
Crack in the dew
No one bothered to ask
The labourers
To bring forth this manna
Many said
A miracle recorded
For God never laboured
The first shipment
Of this manna
Landed to a clean swept spot
And many wide throated waiters
Never chanced to see it.
Children wailed in hunger
Idle mothers rushed
To the screening chamber
Even mothers
Who had worked
Mighty hard
Sank in the scrum
Soon the manna craft
Took off from ground
And hungry natives
Soared the sky
But they only saw
The rainbow
Which promised them
Hunger in seven days
Death in seven ways.
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