anti hunger poem
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God - is a pawnshop
windows smeared with breathes
- desperate auctions of bones -
LIFE FOR RENT
peepling from a brick face
of a building no one owns
MEAT. BREAD. DIGNITY.
In the darkest lairs comes raging tears
when summer shines and winter snows.
The tales of blood and the splash of guts
to tell of our homely woes.
When death will stalk and hunger hugs
and gives a warmly moan.
Hunger.
You never know it until it strikes.
I saw it in a man's eyes,
eating at him,
like the wolf devours its prey.
Hunger.
It's all too common
in a society that claims to be "developed".
