witcoPoemPrompt9
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

People's only hurts,
People's live without guts,
People's has no heart.

They live with big desire,
But never open a heart of Fire.

They want success,
without wounds and stiches.

© -❄🇳🇵 Irie Imran 🇳🇵❄