Disturbia In Sub City Poem by John Sensele

Gone without meals for days
Stomachs grow angry nowadays
Roaming from dirge to rage
Tired of being a hunger hostage

Knowing not where the next meal
Comes knocking if you don't beg, borrow or steal
Given that no jobs look for you
Although daily your legs kneel in a pew

Asking Heaven for crumbs of bread
To fall from affluent tables they dread
To caress your taste buds
Which don't care much for spuds

They munch with gusto
While your vote they want presto
Although your stomach groans
During long nights when your muzzled mouth moans.