House Of Hunger Poem by Pheko Motaung

May the new moon rise
With a glow of love and pity
On my little sister she has
Served every man who scores the
Lowest percentage on the scale of
Moral uprightness in this town
After twenty three years of
Service they open her lips and
Spew vile dirt in her mouth this
Happens in full view of the moral
Police in the House Of Hunger

My dirt poor brother he said
He was going to find a better life
And life for all I know taught him
To live and love the high life of
Moral decay and all by himself
In the House Of Hunger but his
Spirit longs to be fed the wine of
Spiritual fulfilment if the House Of
Hunger will let him get out alive

I was in church the other day and the
Bishop refused to baptise me but the devil
Lured me to The House Of Hunger and my
Yearning to receive spiritual guidance ended
In the den in The House Of Hunger

I am urging you go in the world and seek not
To end the hunger pangs in your stomach
Go to every House Of Hunger in the land and
Tell your brothers and sisters to feed
The soul and the spirit the right diet of
Spiritual love and moral uprightness and my
Mama's kids will come home much wiser