HUNGER.A Poem by Annie SSurvival
Standing in line as they scream for help. With their bowls in their hand and their bellies turning
A fight has began striving for a taste. It spread like a disease waiting to pounce on the weak- a prey running from its predator. Their ankles are starting to frail as its been 10 hours waiting for a little taste. Even the flies are getting impatient- so they sit on fresh meat. Cameras everywhere.. front, left and right. Will help be on the way? A few paper won't hurt to show what its like.. Nothing but cameras to replace a piece of fresh bread.
© 2016 Annie S |
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