HungerA Poem by Miss EvansPeople take for granted what they have, not fully understanding what others do not have.Hunger There
is a feeling, that someone knows; A
grumbling, tumbling, burning foe. A
feeling that consumes your every thought, Now
matter how hard the thoughts are fought. A
feeling of utter emptiness, Despair
of the guttural globe, A
hunger that only food can fill, But
God knows when that will. A
thing that people see as far away, Surely
not in our own States! But
lo, behold, you do not know, The
seeds that your dear government sows. I
know it for myself, And
everyone else, The
feeling of feeling Like
an empty shelf. The
feeling whispers, still, In
my ears. The
empathy I feel is always near, I
refuse to let go of that which I know. Hunger
abounds, Yet
food is plenty. Why
can it not reach the mouths of many? Has
our world degraded, So
severely faded, Into
a state of uncaring demise? I
refuse to deny the tears that I cry, Thinking
of those without. It’s
only a blessing, No
work of man, That
I can eat when I can. But
it is a curse, From
the bowels of earth, The
pure greed that has consumed man. Those
who deserve it, So
poorly nourished, But
the worse receive it all. We
hunger for fairness, They
hunger for a meal. We
all hunger for change, But
some don’t have time to wait. To
those who feel it, That
evil reminder, Your
last dinner was so for away- I
beg you to go on your merry way, Justice
will stand by you all someday. That
hunger, Sad
hunger, Shall
fall away. © 2012 Miss Evans |
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1 Review Added on February 13, 2012 Last Updated on February 16, 2012 Tags: Real Life, Poem, Experimental, Hunger Author
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