Hunger Strike Poem by Ragy Sandid

I wonder what it's like
To go on a hunger strike
What would pinch me first
Would it be the hunger or the thirst

When would my body revolt
When it misses the sugar or the salt?
Or the flavour of the morning on my tongue
That had any of moods swung

Would I be glad if I lost weight
Or is losing it just an added weight?
Would I admire the man in the mirror?
Or wish him back, just a bit meaner?

Would I know what it is I'm losing
Or do I gain what I need by so choosing
Will those who do my injustice see
The person they said I was was never me?

And if someone said ok, enough
We'll just give you some of that stuff
You so desperately need, will health
Return fast enough for me to enjoy wooed wealth

Yeah, I'll see what it's like
It might seem that we're a lot alike
Lack of things is lack of things
No matter what they tell me to count my blessings

Cause I imagine the lord in his big building
That little time on earth building shielding
Sorry if what I don't have bothers your property
I owe myself something and it's not your prosperity