She is a creature of the wild,
a raptor.
Men in the village called her, “a monster”,
For when she devoured a herd of beasts,
there remained no traces of bones.
It is hunger that drives her.
In her veins flows desire.
The desire to conquer lands,
and acquire gold.
She hungers for a name,
a form of worldly importance,
a brazen image of herself,
a midtown sculpture.
She hungers for a Queendom,
one not set by sword drawn from stone,
one built from a handful of dust.
She hungers for peace,
for the salvation of her thoughts.
Men in the village called her, “a ghost”,
for at the stroke of midnight,
she wanders in search of rest,
in search of the moon,
as she hungers for its light.
She is a painter hungry for an empty canvas.
Read – Hunger Pangs – A Poem by Bala Mercy, Nigeria
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