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Stomach Language

Who gave birth to a child The woman Beared the child Her womb is the child's umbrella Her stomach is the child's portion We are too poor He is miserable and hungry They work tirelessly All because of one anchor the stomach The young the old all runs to die in the Court of the stomach The stomach is humans life Some live to eat some eat to live How long will the stomach keep Humanity to labour for as long As the belly remains at human front

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/16/2019 3:32:00 AM

A glorious reminder - stop and think people. It could all happen pretty suddenly. "One day you may think of the little ones. One day the bomb may drop." A startling contrast, and had the effect it should have. Good one John.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/16/2019 3:28:00 AM

The stomach is a big deal, and the poem is powerful in the realness of it, Okonkwo. A poem that only you could have written, as you had to "see it", and thank goodness you did.

Okonkwo Ifeanyichukwu
Date: 1/16/2019 9:29:00 AM

thanks a million Caren, i am pleased to hear from you.