Unquestionable Slavery

I have filled my belly yesterday does not concern hunger.

There is no god like one’s belly

We have to sacrifice to it daily

In slavery, we are slave to it

Because of it

Wife divorces hubby

Because of it

Prodigal son returns to daddy

In slavery, we work for it

Every living eating things

Is slave to it:

My mother typing piles of files in office

Is slave to it

Your father bossing my blood mother in office

Is slave to it

And the hunters hunting at nights

Daring the demons of forests

Are slave to it

The 7.167 billion population of the world

Excluding not

Evil souls I see in the telly

Forming activities every day-by-day bombing

Are slaves to their bellies.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

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