Hunger
Whither hast gone the last bloody penny
Whisked from the mouths of babes
Tears be the token, hunger the joy
Sustenance robbed by the baron of wealth
God love the poor, in hovels of hell
Huddled against the chill of a night
Faces frozen in time ravaged pain
Happiness dwelling far across town
Over the fields a’ bloom in the spring
Some know the morning as friend
Others the sorrow of children unfed
Awaiting, awaiting an end…
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William is a taste of times to come ,with all thats happening in the World today poverty is on the increase, even the established business is feeling the pinch and closing down,we had it all in the Old days and the elderly know how to cope as they have done in the past,
it is the young that will feel it I`m afraid, well I will shut up now, and congratulate you on your wonderful poems it is a treat to read them again. hugs from Willow