The Grapes Of Wrath

Inspired by the novel by John Steinbeck

People, real people,
Come here to live
They come here to work
Till the sweat drips down, quick,
They come here to laugh
With a sound, sweet and thick,
They come here to rest
When their loved ones are sick
They come here to sleep
Under stars that hang heavy
With dreams weaving
Whispers of wishes,
Wished steady
And out of respect
Comes a truth you can't touch
Your eyes will leak tears
If you ponder it much
And people come here
To feed children they bore
Children who eat,
And then ask for some more
And God shines His sun
At this place where we are
When the men gather 'round
As one strums the guitar
He sings about things
Everyone has felt some
And flowers grow tall here,
As ripe as lush plums
So come from a place
You can't stay anymore
Come to this camp
Where we all share the floor
And pick up your feet
When to walk is too much
For Love lives within,
Like a river must rush.