Hunger Poem by Ilari Rahja

Why, needless suffering and I.
Such close acquaintances.
As brothers became?

How will I?
Enrich myself.
Enough, to purchase.
Yet another parcel, meal.

Where will I find, that chance?

To till a plot of land.
Turned to desert.
Soil into dust, which...
Wind scatters, from my hand.

Pity my wife, child indeed.
For again, a day shall dawn.
When I fail my care.
Miss, my keep.

Visit a neighbor thence.
For a pittance, I beg.
Plead, for my family.
Kind Sir, will you please?

No such luck.

For us beggars.
Have no Honor or value.
Just filthy thieves, leeches.
Lazy and dumb, as we please.

For a job, I would ask.

Kind Sir - Work, for my keep.
Another chance missed.
For what profit?
Could my employment bring?

So we parted, Kindly Neighbor - And I.

I felt and watched.
Myself wither and shrink.
As did, my wife.
As did, my child.

My body slowly consumed.
Silent gnawing, from within.
Despair, madness instilled!
Left shriveled legs, bulging stomach.

Haunted eyes! !

So I sneaked - A thief!
Into my neighbor's domain.
Vied and fought with the dog.
For a few morsels.

Bits and bones, thrown away.

Listened to that.
Very righteous.
Important man.
His plans, himself!

Centered on, just for more...

Security, us.
The poor evermore!
Will be shot and bought, enslaved.
With additional bullets and guns.

How many meals, Sire?
Exchanged, for one - Single gun?
How many were starved?
Killed, without a shot.

Savings? Security? Or civility?

How many mouths, Master?
Your weapons may feed.
As endless debate goes on.
Men and women shall die.

Elderly, Children - By a million!
For them, eternal silence cries...