Faceless Hunger Poem by Saint Eule

When all desires are overcome,
Its hunger that will beat the final drum.
When survival equals zero sum of the whole,
It's hunger that will take life as the toll.

Plenty of food grown for a premium price,
If it's not met they will burn all the rice.
Plenty of wheat a golden crop is abundantly found.
The rich not satisfied it's plowed back in the ground.

The food has become a commodity just like oil,
The hungry shall starve, the food it will spoil.
The rich want a fee for the food farm workers grew.
The earths bounty is controlled by just a greedy few.

The market is no longer a friendly place in the square,
The traders computers have no hearts for people there.
The face of the hungry replaced by a computer screen,
The leaders controlled by the filthy rich and the mean.

The world market has taken on a new faceless form.
People are absentia, the traders are the new worm.
We bailed out the market, but not the one with a face.
The leaders left us the debt, they brought us disgrace.

We have the audacity to preach to other nations,
While we have our own people living on rations.