Poem by Brian Tawanda aka Towandah Ryan

Hard Knock Life
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Nutriment from fruit and vegetable
All sensation to the leaf, hoof, on rumination
All fruition to the thin root, at germination
Are gone extinct. Ever since;

The game of Thrones started with unpredictable seasons
The game of throws from bumper harvests ended
The toss of food like it is softball
The drunken masterly imbibe,

Which things used to be in hoards
Through pipe rings
Our little holes for swallowing big_ 
Right down,
Into stomach nets, or nests
As would the fancied basket ball

All those miracles ain't trite no more
Over-writings of early morning breakfast,
With top up luncheon and supper baskets at night time
Have become-alike-dry riverbeds

Such, now is the way it is
With every hungry man's throat
Flake aching like sun dried grass, 
As yellowish red as sand!
Only hoodlum and contagion remain_

In a comically fraudulent sense!
Famished are we, when with
Almost, all nourishment sources burnt out
To ashes
By lack of rains acting in cahoots with
Everything so called Global warming...