“One day”

Clothed quite shabby,
Did I stagger,
Faint of strength and vision.
Grumbled stomach with worms,
Ganged to forge my intestines.

Eyes fixed on cluttered ground,
Set to clutch any franc,
Non to lend,
All friends unwilling,
Despite urge and supplication.

Hope against hope,
Sabots from garbage torn,
Relations distanced,
Non to lean, no shield.

One day, misery must pulp,
Heroic stories as of Mandela,
Will I own one to tell,
This throttling sorrow,
Must soon be throttled, One day, just one.

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