Wrath from the belly

Challenging times except for money. The peacemaker is at war with everybody.
The shop keeper sits and wondered if a sale would comes in today while the preacher speaks of giving generously.
The bittersweet adventure the cry from a mother’s womb. A small child wondered about naked and hungry, finger in his mouth while he rubs his belly.
Water and light bills high, no money to pay school free come next semester.
Small Cry’s, sitting under the shadows of the uncharacterized.
Heart melting away and bodies fade away. The girl in the big blue hat a purple shoe and a green bag wondered the streets searching for the unknown.
Signs of the times are near
How much more are we to bear?

Tamica James



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