Neville

Hungry Corner

Hungry Corner

 

Welcome to Hungry Corner

Where it is not unusual

 

For pot bellied children

To cry themselves to sleep

Dreaming of sun dried fish and rice

 

Welcome to Lonely Corner

Where no one ever smiles

 

Welcome to Hungry Corner

Where old men fill

Their empty bowls with culture

 

Together with their collective saliva

They drool and dream of a yesterday long gone

 

Welcome to Hungry Corner

Where the impossible is possible

And everything will inevitably turn out wrong