Okonkwo Ifeanyichukwu Poet Sonnet

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 January 16, 2019 at 3:32 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 January 16, 2019 at 3:28 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 January 16, 2019 at 9:29 AM thanks a million Caren, i am pleased to hear from you.