Hello Guys, I might not be new on Nairaland but this is my first poem here.
I'm a freelance writer/Story teller, cum freetime poet.
I will appreciate your
comments and constructive criticisms
Thanks!!
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**Hunger Talks**
Hunger prowls the streets,
Dressed in gray,
and without emotional hue.
He jiggles the shadows.
With a retinue of cold hearted discontent, for the dilemma of the nameless,
and an insatiable urge for terror.
His gait flounces about in poise.
He rages through the lacking crowd,
hence, getting them to their knee's,
And to the edges of their minds.
Behind him, marches a horde of supporters in guise as first class citizens.
Rumbling stomachs, dizzy motions, woozy heads, and a mind blackened with desire and hate,
has he blessed us with.
Alas, hunger must be a mirthless man,
to be these insensitive, and scorn filled.
In this city of a legion of poor, and a thousand priviledged.
Hunger prances the streets, a cold, oblivious despot.
To the rich; he remains a tool through which, the poor tete a tete, while on their blistered knees.
To the poor; he remains an insurmountable strait fly,
sucking deep into the bloodlines of their tarted ego.
Thus, making them scion's to grouchiness's nobility.
©Cyrus...