I Am Hungry Poem by Anthony Yaman D. Cabal

Everlasting bonds, forever restrains me.
People around, struggle insanely.
Resistance is futile, all will absorb the taint.
And as for the surrounding areas, as colorful as an artist's paint.

Of any mortal's success of leaving, live only in lore.
As the oppressors get all, they still want more.
The killed further dies, and history filled with lies.
As people witness suffering, not meant for mortal eyes.

But times have changed, and the tides might finally turn.
Tides of reckoning fury, Tides of revenge's burn.
Tides that can no longer be controlled by the few, but by the will of the many.
But the realization of this has not yet struck, and people stand still, stand steady.

The world needs not a leader, but the unification of men.
For they ravaged cities, kingdoms and even rich isolated dens.
So, the gathering of the forsaken, shall start a war, with its own army.
For I am starving. I am hungry.