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Hunger A small- emaciated child Squats upon the sand And dreams of lush green gardens That spread across the land Skin and nothing more Shrouds wistful aching bones But he’s focused in his vision Tuning out all hungry moans There is so much to eat Large fruit adorn the plants The illusion starts to waver As he hears his mothers chants But his will is stronger Than his undernourished flesh And he begins to eat the fruit While it’s warm and ripe and fresh He stands in his mirage And vows to find a way To ensure that every child Eats each and everyday (Do not underrate the strength Of this potent wee one’s pledge To bring his world of fantasy Back from abysm’s edge) A small- emaciated child Lives a life he should abhor But spirit doesn’t let him feel The gnawing hunger… anymore. Patricia Gibson-Little April 8, 2003 |
Additional Notes:
If you wish to see the picture that inspired this poem (it was written for a challenge) here is the link: http://www.allpoetry.com/Poem/216041 But I’m warning you the photo is heartbreaking and just looking at it made this the hardest challenge I’ve ever done.
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