#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
Where do we go,
What do we do,
For it seems the Lord has forsaken us
If we stole, would we survive
if we told the truth, would we survive?
Life full of pains and mysteries
We therefore call upon the!
The god of the universe,
Answer us we pray.


© Alutascholar