#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
There's no price to piousness
A stolen heart less weigher than bold
A stolen tart to keep for old
What seems to be tragedy.
What seems to be pathetic.
What seems to be cruelty
What seems to be right.
A black elephant on the throne
A black complement on the thorn
That's the justice
That 's the law
That 's the equality
That 's the drama
The dawn to dusk all speak the same ,no one is for one another than selfish nature.
© Stela