A Ballad Of Starvation Poem by alexander opicho

Evening comes early just with swiftness
Not minding to know what has to come first,
Whether going to bed first before eating supper,
Or eating supper before going to bed,
A hard question I have failed to solve
Before the glowing presence of my children,
There is utterly nothing to eat in my house
From east to west, south to north of my abode
No trace of anything worth the name victual,
No energy is there in my mandibular muscles
To tell my wife and children retire to beds,
I surrender to time to be the judge of the time
As I have exhausted my borrowing avenues,
Relatives and friends are willing to discard
Any tincture of association with myself,
Because I have wryly borrowed from all of them
Down the level of naming me Dr. lend me flour,
When dawn comes forth am scared to hysteria,
as I decry one more day to hustle for food
evening comes also in a similar gear to me
it only sets in roosting on the empty stomach
time to go on my old beddings, forlorn to pangs of hunger.