Inglorious Quest Poem by Haile Tesfaye

Inglorious Quest



A ravenous appetite, awakened
ferocious thirst. Our quest for
wealth and fame could not be quenched.
In vain ends our travail where the
master of all evil hoards and men
lay cold as clay.

Wednesday, May 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: evil,fame,metaphor,money,wealth
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