The Daily Poem

ONE HUNDRED MILLION

There's so many people just standing around

    Apparently nothing but glaze in their eyes

    No masterful plan to plot or devise

    A vacancy felt for its lack of surprise

The roots of their soles driven deep in the ground.

Some one hundred new babies to feed

    With curds for the body and words for the mind

    And notions of something worth looking to find

    A something of such a most excellent kind--

The vaguest of wants turns to exquite need.

D. Edgar Lamp

The Daily Poem - 450

Quintain Stanza

Chipata, Zambia

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