Childrens empty
Stomachs reach
With pleading hands
To beseech
The billionaires
Who hold power
Wealth and greed
From ivory tower.
A bank balance
Does not define a man
Without conscience
To become
Indifferent to
Those childrens hands
Soon to starve
Buried in lands.
Like those before
Now and again
In future famine
Repeat not fade
Lean and tightened
Hungers skin
Bulbous bellies
Mankinds greatest sin.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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It's terrible. it seems there is enough to go round, but it's not shared equally, so we can't blame God, or a god, for it.
Meanwhile - you're famished waiting that long at the bus stop. Must be dinner time by now. lol.
RAVENOUS FOR THE NO 7 !!!!!!! LOL
Indeed a powerful message where the answer lies even deeper in controlling a birthrate where there is little chance of being fed. Well written
thanks for read, always appreciated
You are most welcome
Outrageously sad 😔
thanks for read, appreciated, yes so sad
Most welcome
There’s a hard moral weight in this—like the poem refuses to look away from what comfort often ignores.
And it lands with a bitter clarity: not just describing hunger, but indicting the distance that allows it to continue.
spot on my friend, many thanks for read, always much appreciated
A great compassionate poem with humanitarian pleas and appeal against the rich esp those that exploit the poor. From Palestinians to sudanese, hungry children all their fault. Kudos!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too
thanking you for read, much appreciated, will do
Norman, this really hit hard. The poem carries such anger and sorrow beneath its restraint…especially because the suffering described is entirely preventable. That final image of hunger worn visibly on the body leaves a lasting ache. Powerful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind, thanking you always much appreciated
Such very true words Norman, there is enough in this world fro all but those in power and with the money to do things just want things for themselves in there ivory towers.
Andy
many thanks, always appreciated
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