Hungry, so hungry.
Been a while now.
Mommy's so lonely,
don't speak of how.
Crying from pain
are my siblings young.
Brother of old gone insane
from disease of his lung.
Dying are we,
literal and figuritive means.
No help for us you see,
the way it's always been.
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Very touching and very important message to the world. Thanks for sharing this poem. Hans