Hope
Location
The eat rice mostly, this hungry and unshaved
Breakfast at a table is an island of fantasy
That serves the imagination of dreams
Paper foils sometimes on the floor
Plastic fork here and there
If I were rice they would probably eat me
The rooms are dark
The dining with no electricity
The table covered with newspapers
As a table cloth
We go outside to eat sometimes
I’ve stayed in the backyard all my life
I want a peek of the front
Not much but hey we got something
Hunger is always a not a new word
Yawning is now a hobby
I’m in love with faith and hope
No more fighting fear with paper fork
Part of life happened
Waiting patiently for the other half