Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Narrative

Military Charity

Babies with empty bellies
go hungry, 
every refugee day
While numerical chambers
of alphabet soup weaponry
are fully stocked
War rations 
on collateral display

AK-47
50-cal RPG’s
M-16
9 millimeter Beretta,
45-Uzi
1911-380 Browning
Mac-10 semi-auto magazine

Military grade A munitions
fill the land
with walking dead bodies desiccated,
full of misery
And the starving babies,
with empty bellies bloated,
got plenty lead bullets
enough to eat

Courtesy of military charity

Another negotiated famine
is a tenuous peace
The latest victims
of a televised snuff feast

A full arsenal of destruction
is a ravenous armory
Devouring hope
of the widows and orphans,
left to beg 
for a morsel of sanction bread — 
Degradated war-torn relief

Courtesy of military charity

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Silent One January 19, 2019 at 3:20 PM Powerful words my friend..

Caren Krutsinger January 19, 2019 at 12:15 PM You drew me in, spun me around, enticed me, and spit me out again in one little poem. But it was written by FREDDIE so what else could I have expected? Serves me right for reading it. Blessings my friend!