Blackbird Raum Crumbs lyrics

Crumbs by Blackbird Raum

Crumbs lyrics

crumbs from the table have fallen so few so not to catch 
an eye
reckless and thinkless and felled to the knees to gather 
before before the broom
what is left amongst the spire that is as tall as the 
lowest cloud you could reckon the height of
hanging on a branch here every time(though never fell so 
far)
from which we lift these blistered hands only to curse
the families get nothing but porridge of maize and shacks 
at the end of farms
cash crops commissioned to pay of the debt and poisoned 
on the job
driving the mules to death in the wheat then leaving us 
follow with leather to eat
buried their sabers in the field and sharpen bayonets