Poem #9 NaPoWriMo2013 ’30 Poems in 30 days’

April 10, 2013

 

the world child 

is hungry tonight, 

his belly growls.

 

our sorrowing mother

earth groans,

the world soul wails.

 

We, the lucky ones,

spoons in hand

and ready to the feast,

are helpless to fill

his empty bowl.

 

Hell is a place

where the chopsticks are too long

and no one will feed another-

 

it will take more that food

to ease this hunger.

 

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