Hunger gnaws at Oliver’s ribs, a silent tyrant shaping childhood’s plea.
It mutates. Leaders gorge on power, their banquet of greed eclipsing bread.
Yet hunger, whether for crust or crown, reveals the abyss within desire’s endless reach.
You want some more, wherever you are.
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Endless desire only leads downwards. How many centuries have humans understood this….?
Excellent brevity Reena 👏
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Thank you so much, Shaun!
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A very evocative poem
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Thank you so much! Oil is black gold.
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Yes it is, till humans discover another source of energy
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Fantastic poem, Reena!
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Thanks so much!
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A thought-provoking piece. Well written poem.
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Thank you so much!
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Excellent Reena! 🙂
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Thanks again.
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Reena, I cannot argue with your logic. The abyss is indeed an endless maw.
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Thank you, Lisa! Depravity hits hard when other human beings are objectified as a luxury the rich can afford to cater to their base instincts.
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You’re welcome. Depravity is a good word for it.
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Well written, loved your beautiful words.
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Thank you so much, Diana!
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You’re welcome 😀
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Nicely done, Reena. The hunger is always there it seems~
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