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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Comments1
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.
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