Famine In The State Of Kaos Poem by Darrick wiggins

How big is our problem?
Although I know my problem is;
I can't work, my legs and arms
I can't move them;
like the miracle I wish;
would happen with a jewel in
my hand;
and faith is all I got;
what is it, does the earth have
to expand;
into some large global dot;
come on! ! ! There's no money,
no food, and no resources;
the bodies of water are getting
plaque by the monsterous
parasites;
while I'm hungry, my heart are
being tortured;
I say my lord, we can't submit
without a fight.