#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
All that matters is humanity that died since we don't even know.

Those pitiful eyes moarning with pain,
Nothing in them but some ridiculous tears,
There's nothing lose also nothing to gain,
The price they are paying is not their fault,
All that matters is love that is now just fictional.

The flowers were yet to bloom,
The rain upon them was just to bring this doom,
Thousands of dreams, thousands of dreams,
All that matters is that this world is no more my home.

© AZKA NOOR