Hunger Poem by Maria Segura

What am I to know about the French Revolution?
Not too much at all,
In my dream I look like a young girl,
With very old and ragged clothes,

It seem like winter inside as well as outside,
I feel cold and I shiver all the time,
Hardly anything in my stomach,
Little children, I see hunger all around.

My shoes, if they are shoes at all,
They are cuts of leather,
laced up with pieces of rope,
They cover my feet, and keep me warm.

All over town,
I have run this morning,
Looking for food for me,
and looking out for others.

I found myself in this garden,
Invisible I seem to be,
There are tables full of goodies,
But, none seem to be for me.

The ladies of the castle,
To the garden come out,
Why don't they see,
What is going on right outside?

I hear so much noise,
Loud screams, people gone wild,
Angry rebels, hungry lads,
And everything goes dark.

Iam waken by this horrible sound,
Someone's head a basket has found,
I walk away from all this,
Nothing good came out of this act.

I walk trough somber streets,
My feet dragging with weakness,
No fairness, no warmth,
Poor hungry little girl,
please find a new path!

Lupita Martinez