In the country of old and wise
One could see hunger
Whispering to the young
In endless dreams
Satiety shuffle with clenched fist
A token of space
Our fellow brethrens
In utter disgust
Feed on a panacea of volatile words
The game of universal fertility
In every crack of the Earth
Was reduced to a nail biting finish
In slums and villages
Africa or Third Worlds
The gain was a lost grain
Oh, Lord!
Is thy feeds made up of some lofty
Universal, untouchable, invisible ... chain of thoughts!
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One could see hunger
Whispering to the young
In endless dreams
Satiety shuffle with clenched fist
A token of space
Our fellow brethrens
In utter disgust
Feed on a panacea of volatile words
The game of universal fertility
In every crack of the Earth
Was reduced to a nail biting finish
In slums and villages
Africa or Third Worlds
The gain was a lost grain
Oh, Lord!
Is thy feeds made up of some lofty
Universal, untouchable, invisible ... chain of thoughts!
https://www.facebook.com/tapeshwar.amef/posts/3040939999569
https://www.facebook.com/poetryby.barrymowles/posts/361186467326566
http://poetrybybarrymowles.wordpress.com/destiny-to-write-for-unicef-charity-book/
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