The fountain Arena

  Front page has recorded our names. Calling on every ages and sames; Even our hunted males . For monthly food lames. We've been served fat, Rich in wealth of mucor and salt, Garnished for their gluttonous fill Not a game but for fame. Ghosting our daily bread  In exchange for famished tears  Covering the ground in rain ing fears  Our cold heart seeks of a restorer of years We are their scorn, The scorn is disgust, The disgust is employed, The employed is paid, The paid becomes their prey. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Previous post  Click here to read other poems from the same author previous post  Photo credit: pexel

  The feeling you brought  are of wrought and drought our lips quivers at your mountainous pant without desires and without a messiah making our eyes roars higher our sun that smiles month ago lost it's courage to shine skylarks morn in horror rain drops without greeting the ground we've lost our future to the dark night afraid to travel through dream as we were held back by your touch hash and cold through our sweet pain our bonny skin scares the ground as our wit lost it place we've forgot the taste of laughter and the sweet comfort of joy as our dream are only clouded with myth of meat thou monster of the earth  antagonist of full belly hero of the pigs tongue seek yourself another host to wreck your greed set our lock senses aright as we embrace the next slice of crumb Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 You have read elegy to hunger, now read love ride read more post from this blog Photo credit: pexel.com