The people are hungry

They hold out their plates

But supper’s been served

They lined up too late

The dogs, they howl

Howl at the pale moon

It’s a song she’s heard

It’s a somber tune

The flowers are droopy

More petals are lost

In the middle of summer

They react to the frost

They react, all react

To the lies that bind

Unaware their happiness

Is theirs to find