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