Starving Children
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I sit on big plastic cushion
With my elbows on the table
And my phone out
With the tortuous smell
And sounds of a sizzling hot plate
At the table next to me
I scroll past a post
Something shivers
Something shakes
You watch it crawl
You watch it quake
Why don't you help it?
Why do you just sit
Watching
Waiting
For what?
