hunger is not dying

hunger is not dying
it is poor man's edge
at the brink of poverty

the dying of the day
feeds a fire burning for more
than just staying alive

the little girl observes
the play for power
where there are no rules

dim lights soften the air
the hum of voices
scurries like soft centipede

it is the night of nights
like any other night
where a TV is cheap balm

where guns and football
make no difference
at the turn of day

Orpheus never rode that tram
but perhaps poor boy looking
for the a different world

drugs are power
a wallet behind guns
no big difference

the moon is the moon
and the sea
that plays along




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-04-24 at 15:37

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I have seen this, and your words describe it more accurately than I have ever read it. Clearly said. Well done.
Ashe
2014-04-24