The Flaw of Man
Hunger sounds the tiger’s growl
Striking fear in his prey.
Hunger drives the wolf’s howl
As the night turns into day.
Hunger makes the vulnerable pay
Awakening the beast within.
Hunger deepens without delay
Forcing the honest man to sin.
When shall satisfactory begin?
Or shall the Devil’s grip tighten?
Only when the world fails to spin
Will his evil heighten.
Oh, how men value a single piece of bread,
For the Devil’s grip loosens once they are fed.
Copyright © Michelle Southers | Year Posted 2007
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