The Weakest Shrivel Poem by Tony Adah

The Weakest Shrivel



In this jungle
The weakest shrivel
Hunger unwrapped and strewn on
Our footpaths and red carpet
For our tired feet.

To resist the journey is to die
To look back maybe Lot wife's fate
To live is not to die
Amidst the predators, the hounds, the competition
And the oppression.

In this forest a river divides
We stand with the tigers, lions, hyaenas
Mambas, pythons and boa constrictors
They want to devour hunger
That's what our days have become
We are running to the other side
Where the eagle's talons bear us back.

We will captured
In this den like Daniel in the shark's belly
We have submitted
In this mood, a muteness of life and death
And tomorrow, survival.

Thursday, March 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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