Control Poem by Hazel Buchan Cameron

Control

Rating: 5.0


Fear of hunger?
Not at all.
I will not prostitute my soul
for a piece of bread
in your control.

Feed me for my value
to the human race.
Not for making trinkets
to fill your empty space.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Jarvis 02 October 2009

These few well chosen, carefully arranged, and subtly rhymed words pack a potent punch - minimal use of language to maximum effect. S :)

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