Aug 25
Hi,
Today I thought about injustice and sandwiches when I saw these words from Textfixer:
Cruel Guerrilla Anchovies Subway Orphanage Fearsome Game Rum Fierce
It seems cruel
That whenever my guerrilla hunger attacks
The greatest dilemma I have
Is whether anchovies would be a good topping
From my local Subway.
I am not left in some squalid orphanage
Fearsome, traumatised by what I’ve seen
Out on the streets – where men fight
In some brutal game
Where no one wins.
(Pillage enacted
Worse than in films
With rum-soaked pirates)
How fierce must the growl of their starvation be?
Why this awful injustice
Mere continents apart?
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August 28th, 2017 at 12:14 pm
This poem is really great
August 28th, 2017 at 12:17 pm
Awww ta 😉 and thanks for all the likes, lovely! X