Behind Enemy Lines

No models. Hopelessness. Want.
Nobody to emulate
Hope long died, and only
Misery is alive
Replicated under every roof

Tummies swell and we watch
Necessitated by extreme want
Besiegement of weaker sex
By venomous springing arrows
From, fairer sex.

Community’s fool of tender victims
Sprouting under the drought
of futurelessness.
And now: Love is pain
Are them to blame?
For swelled tummies?

Development projects galore
Determination to survive
People talk! People talk! People talk!
Methodology of survival. Only.
But, who’ll whisper
For the weaker sex, tender;
Behind enemy lines
of venomous springing arrows
from, fairer sex?