#WritcoPoemPrompt9
A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
There is no price to kindness.

We often don't praise what we have got,
There's always a long list of bills that we've bought,
All of those things without any particular meaning,
And there are people who steal those things for a living.

They are stealing, and dying,
And somewhere its all...