Wings Of Hunger Poem by Onyeka Nwelue

Wings Of Hunger



For in the hut, hunger came
striking us like the whooping crane
It flew in with its wings
flapping forlornly
like the treasures of the world

And beside, lay Mother weeping
then on the floor, Brother lay
dead like a breathless horse
dead like a rat
and skinned like a kwashiorkor child

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David Darbyshire 06 April 2006

Nice poem, but I think you mean Four? not For..? ? dave

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David Darbyshire 06 April 2006

Nice poem, but I think you mean Four? not For..? ? dave

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