Poetry is the food of the soul. It's my greatest contribution to the world and an area I can always grow.

The gnawing hunger...

Relentless and unforgiving

Withering and weakening

Tiny bodies...

Outstretched hands

Eyes wide

Disoriented...

No second chances

Only suffering

Mothers...

Tearful begging

And still nothing

Workers...

Driven to produce

By faceless overlords

The Great Machines...

Communism

Socialism

Slavery...

Corporations

Government

Now the same beast....

A coat of many colors

With a singular face

Surrender...

A noble gesture

When none other remains

Merciful...

A final release

For some

As one falls...

Another fills the space

Production doesn’t slow

Day after day...

Night after night

Time without meaning

© 2019 Ralph Schwartz

Comments

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on November 01, 2019:

Very expressive and very well said

Dale J Ovenstone from South Wales UK on October 26, 2019:

I love this poem and so expressive, and can relate to.

Thanks for sharing

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on October 26, 2019:

Very well expressed, Ralph. The Government is really just like a machine that just goes right on doing the same thing no matter who is in control of it. Unfortunately the machine is outdated and needs to be totally replaced with a more efficient model.

Malik S Canty from Brooklyn, NY on October 25, 2019:

Your words carry powerful images behind them...Well said my fellow poet!

Tia Miller from Arkansas on October 25, 2019:

This is a nice poem, and it's very descriptive. I liked this a lot.