Thunder rolls on the pavement
where hurrying feet pass by
unmindful of the cardboard hut
where some children lie.
They thought they’re quite lucky
for that roof over their heads
sheltering them from the world
as they curl on their newspaper beds.
In that little corner
excited voices rise
while they tell their stories
of alms received and pockets sliced.
A tinkle of a coin
betrays a merry game
to quell the loud thunder
that has nothing to do with rain.
The rumbling in their bodies
keep the rhythm of their day.
Is hunger such a friend
that it won’t go away?
When all’s been done
and still they fail
that bag of rugby* gives solace
with deep breaths, ‘peace’ they inhale.
*a chemical adhesive that is/was popular in the Philippines and has the effect of hallucinatory drugs.
This post was written in response to the challenge posed by
to write a response in 33-333 words to the word “THUNDER” which for this exercise means a noun = 3: bang, rumble <the thunder of big guns>
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