Pauper Poem by SylvaOnyema (SUPER.T) Ubah
Pauper
Pauper Pauper
Sitting lonely
In the stable of rust
The forest howls at
Your dry mouth
Tasty for a sip of drink
Your chin-like skin
Leaves your tattered clothes
Dangling loosely in the air for cover
Pauper Pauper
Your jaundiced eyes
Are a horror for people
In the glass houses
Your leprous fingers
Are the scorn of men
Who rub in Arabian perfumes
Pauper Pauper
Lurking in the shadow of want
Stumbling into the red red fires
Drenched in the ice-cold rain
Pauper pauper
Fallen victim to the rape of society
Unclothed in nakedness
Yet clothed in spirit
wow! sylva. i'm struck by the intensity that comes through in this poem. once again so much in a short poem with visual appeal because of the way you shaped it. -glen
Thanks Edward for your comments on this poem. I appreciate.
Tasty for a sip of drink This clearly shows a state of hunger and want
Unclothed in nakedness! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Pauper Pauper Lurking in the shadows of want