e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

Greedy world

Sourced from artfido on instagram

Tell me, of what logic
Is there in loving poverty
Or being a greedy bastard
Replacing rice with sand
Selling dust as custard.

Tell me, of what logic
Is there in abnormalities
Rodents chasing the cats
Or direction with no sight
By a wingless deaf bat.

Tell me, of what logic
Is there in gathering wealth
Deceptive with pleasant scent
When the medics of health
Fall sick; loose a breath.

Tell me, of what logic
Building bricks on waging floor
Flaring gas and closing door
Pouring dust onto a flour
Yet we are made of blood.

© Vinzpoetry.wordpress.com

By Vincent Onyekachukwu Onyeche

Photograph Sourced from artfido on instagram


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