wish to wish the words will flutter
in the wind of greed and hunger,
they will whisper about lust and rage.
in the back of your cranial maze
eviscerating the tiny peculiar voices
Unsaid the matter of importance
a sin just leaving it to ignorance
certainly, there’s a price to pay.
it’s your fault if you stay…
the craving grows,
the hunger howls…
pic by Robert Serban, Dacian insignium / war flag