Excellent day to everyone!
He had never been any man's friend
Neither has he regard for any man;
With no legs to walk around
Yet had travelled across the globe:
Hath never got any hands to stretch
But fights the strongest of men in battle.
He has no respect for the kings in their palaces
Neither regards for the poor in the street,
He is an enemy to the rich
And a foe to the poor;
He despises the strength of the strong
And mocks the feebleness of the weak.
He visits the children and they shed tears,
the adult groan in pain upon his call.
Though, never an honoured guest in any home,
Yet never fears to visit the best of palaces.
Famine was his grandmother
and crop failure his helpmeet;
War is his close associates,
the whole world dreads at his arrival.
The only language he understands is food
and short of this are starvation and death.
The arrival of a bountiful harvest
Quenches its furry and madness.
How i wish he had never existed
but as bad as he appears to be,
he has dealt with mankind a lot of good;
for the thought of its dealings
had made the lazy to be diligent
and kings to guard their domain.
An object of relevance in every nation's budget,
a teacher to the slothful in business;
he is the six-lettered-word - HUNGER.
Thank you all for stopping by.
Images used are mine.
