Bariatric Childhood
Monday blues.............
The story of ages goes on
Skin and bones like a cling film
Tighten against empty stomachs
Like bariatric procedures
Another day..............
The daily walk of miles for
Few drops of holy water
Trickling in imagination like
Lost mirages in sandy travails
Earlyman lives on..............
Childhood is not a dance in elysian gardens
But the kickstart of endless struggling days
For starving children with ribbed bodies for morsels
That we with callous hands disband in overflowing bins
April 9, 2016
Picture # 1
For Silent One
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