By Head Count Poem by George Samuel

Dust of the earth
Who can count
Tribes without end
Languages only God can discern
Subject of color and race

In birth and when they pass
Like water like wine
They shall never at the same table dine
Though all are given all it takes
To play, fight, love and break

some shall rise together
They do not understand each other
Many fly away
Others stay awake
At the expense of others blood

The burden of the day and night
It bothers the numbers twice
Some know they are born necked
Some at some point want to be necked
Some help others to be necked
Some cover nakedness
Though the whole world lies in wickedness
By head count they are two