A Great HungerA Poem by Valentin VelkovFlesh bags walking streets Fat cats with bloody meats Homeless to have first feast Yet will not eat.
The endless hunger That tears asunder Mind that is under A mask of little wonder
Oh, how it tears at him The desire to dig into them But if he does, what then? He becomes an animal in a pen. © 2017 Valentin Velkov |
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