Year erupted like a carcass, twice.
Famine, the god of gangrene
screamed with vice, twice
Ribs were cages rattling air, twice.
Man made inventions
Blockades and sieges
built walls of hunger
and wells of thirst.
The drumbeat of empty bowls
louder than artillery.
Choir of cracked lips
sang sobs of crumbs.
Amputated calendar limped, twice.
Seasons wore shackles, twice.
Grain fields became cemeteries, twice.
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Author:
Aman 12 (
Online) - Published: November 12th, 2025 08:38
- Comment from author about the poem: Year 2025 , the year where famine was declared twice..the only time in history.
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Comments1
Didn't realize that it was declared twice this makes a good deal of sense in the poem. Well written with graphic images that rattle the bones, jar the brain and shrivel the innards. Dark and sad it is a haunting tragedy
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