Famine Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane

Deep beneath the breathless
I looked under their self-fashioned skin of pale pain
Hunger had struck their lands
With smiles of famine it held them captive from reality.

An old man desperately hungered for his youth.
Famine drove a young wife to seek out her fantasy in danger,
The chubby ones fended themselves to the horror that was there,
Young lovers with their timid burst of love
Kiss each other with kisses of death.
The business minded literally ate away their greens (Rands)
Only to meet up with death on the path,
Welcoming them warm heartedly.

Famine is not of the downtrodden,
But rather of the classy.
To justify every lust, desire, need or want
It ate away their flesh
It used to dance with demons at the depths of hell
But they filled its joy not
For Famine's hunger is that of the Gods.
It broke from the ground
Walked down the street with humans
Preciously,
It held of its food
It even broke crack of a smile, we were all doomed the very day it laid its broken back upon us.

Has it deeded bad?
I've only known of this entity for a short while
But surely my blood could tell that it was I.
Famine simply took away my doubts, my fears and my weakness.
To expose of my desires
I am the darkness,
And its Famines fault not
For the darkness has dwelled deep within my barren charred heart.
It is of my own hunger that I and the world I exist in are damned! ! !



Ofentse M Hajane