The lottery demands
The winners be stoned.
In theory they understand
but, really, do they know?
A story for the population
Showing the harshness of a community
A quiet fear had arisen
Surprisingly causing unity.
Each year
A winner lost.
Every lottery,
Came at a cost.
Death of one
Survival of the rest.
Food to be spared
For future guests.
The lottery is wrong,
The lottery is right.
One day you'll be gone
But that day is not tonight.
YOU ARE READING
The Littlest of Things
PoetryThings I write because I can. I am mostly new to poetry, but I do enjoy it. These are just small poems that I came up with randomly and may or may not have meaning. Some are fictional some are real. Some are completely made of up some are based on...
