I am afflicted
By hunger and thirst.
I have no shelter,
No place for rest.
I am in between
The hot sand and
Forest fires.
And I am
Unable to walk.
You may call me
A space traveler.
My capital is
My own flesh
That I am eating.
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This is an amazing poem. That last stanza is exceptional, powerful.