You know the look
You have seen the pictures
Children
Thin to the bone
Eyes back in the socket
Bloated stomachs
You can see the skeletal
Flies, flies and more flies
It tugs at conscience
And moves your soul
Some denied it
Others can’t bear to hear or watch
However you place blame
Politics, religion, economics or racism
This degree of human suffering does not
Fit comfortably in any category
Part of the world is concern with losing
Weight to improve how others see them
Another part of the world unable to gain weight
Due to starvation
What an ugly irony
When will things change
When seems never to come
And things just remain the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When? ... That's the big question... Good poem... Colin J...