Poor Soul Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Poor Soul
She cries
Herself
To sleep
This night
Every night
Hungry
To the bone
No money
No such food
She has sold
Her body
To filthy
Rich bastards
Who've stolen
Her damn food
The bitter truth of this life, those who are rich they have everything and poor struggle to make ends of their life....Profound poem.10 Stars
This is the story of the sadly 'fallen women'! Starvation and poverty compel them to sell their body to human vultures who feed on flesh!
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5/5/2024 12:13:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Superb poem, a satire on society and its format. Rich exploits poor.5 Stars