HungerA Poem by 21My first experience at a food pantry was distributing grapes as a child & it changed my life.Bony fingers Grasping, pulling, Frantic for the amethyst jewels. Lips curl back in disgust As wretched hands take What they did not earn. A dragon coils around his treasure, Unwilling to sacrifice A few grapes For starving mouths. © 2017 21 |
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Added on February 6, 2017Last Updated on February 6, 2017 |