Millions of hands are stretched
But the grain is few
Only the few are fed
While the million hands are still stretched
Hunger and starvation lays at a corner
With his sack full of death
Waiting for its victim
The few keeps laughing
In hope that they are satisfied
Alas!
Death has taking over hunger and starvation
Bearing it's gift to the starving
Taking both young and old
Unfortunately, it leaves a letter
Of an impromptu visit to the few as well
What a pity!
Nobody is free from death
Fed or starving
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