A Poem by Annie S


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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This is a great work Anne. Reminds of all human crisis and how in modern times everyone is living for the camera.

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Added on May 21, 2016
Last Updated on May 21, 2016
Tags: hunger, love, care, food, world, survival, death, prey


Annie S
Annie S

San Fernando , Trinidad and Tobago

23 now! , but I'm still young and I sometimes feel sad, happy, shocked, but most importantly I think about why I came into this world.. Everyone has a purpose, but you just have to figure it out wi.. more..

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