Famine

The sinking sun is now undone, 

                                   the sky is fading red

and shadows prowl neath cloak and cowl

                                   for midnight lies ahead.

Above the heap, the bosses sleep 

                                   with bloated bellies fed;

for, yes indeed, no one's in need,

                                   at least, that's what they've said.

Amongst the ones that hunger shuns,

                                   in day's retreating tread,

are spiders black ensnaring snacks

                                   while spinning silken thread.

But as it stands, in conquered lands

                                   a famine reigns instead -

and kids at noon, collapse and swoon

                                   on stones they call a bed.

With aching eyes they fantasize 

                                  and dream of gingerbread,

and after while, they wake and smile,

                                   now dining with the dead.

Reviews

[Valentine]

Many people go hungry across this world. It is the parents that prefer drugs, booze, gambling, or just plain laziness that they only want handouts that I CANNOT STAND. Man power is begging for workers in many areas.
The Bible says man is suppose to work for his bread, not let the welfare dole it out. Valentine

[Beccy]

Supermarket shelves laden with choice, clean water on demand from the taken for granted tap; it's a world away from the day to day reality of so many.

A poem that cuts deep and reinforces that one starving child in this world is one too many.


Beccy.

[Terry O'Leary]

You are so right!!
Thank you for reading!!!
Terry

[Cherry Pepperweb]

This is wonderfully written, I,like how you delivered again on a sensitive topic with class.
Something so,preventable.

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Cherry...
You are always so kind!!!