How Hurtful Poem by Ma Eugenia Carrasco

To eat something and feel satisfied,
Knowing that many of my brothers starve to death and misery,
Make me feel a lump in the throat and
Remorse to feel good,
To feel satisfied and privileged among people.

Lord, I beg for them, for those who don’t know what is feeling good,
For my brothers, stop misery, oh Lord! I love you and it hurts so much, so much oh Lord;
To see them miserable and frustrated, is to be cursed.

My people’s coldness, their indifference, before the misery of their own brothers,
All this hurts, oh Lord.

Tell me; how to overcome this little angel who come by just asking for bread? And
Then another one and others and then, much more;
How do I overcome this without feeling bad?
Without feeling remorse?
Their curse before the indifference for their love, opportunities and bread pleadings,
These are what hurt me.

Tomorrow you will come and then, make it be not too late,
I want to be with them and my family,
To be with all my brothers and see them smile actually.