By : D. Allen
3 min read
Modernity is foaming at the lip with hunger
Desperation lives behind white houses and picket fences
Laughable attempts in their curation of history
Fights won, forced to begin again
Greedy, vile vessels, longing to continue their fill
Stolen land, stolen bodies
They wish to never know an empty plate
Glamorization of gluttony
Oh, how they must sleep
With feathered pillows while bodies pile up outside
Modernity, power, wealth
Taking without a cell in a rotting brain able to compute
That we know what it is to starve
We know what it is to have no bed
Classes, colors, sexes, identities
We’ve watched with empty stomachs and tired eyes as they’ve swallowed us
Our brothers, sisters, each of us…
Thievery, burglars they believe we fear
Modernity is different now
For, we’re the hungry ones
We will get our fill
—D.allen
Originally published in-print in Boston Compass Newspaper #149 August 2022
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