Helpless
A week later,
The pots of hope are still empty
My mother's two still pools stares blankly
Beyond the long gloomy night
Where Life will fork out
A little something for us
From his empty pocket.
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Author:
Simbarashe Simon Mugunzva (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A family facing starvation
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Comments1
Neat but poignant - Thanks.
Enjoy your stay here.
PS: Name short form? Simon?
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