Stomach aches

Too thin

Mouth dry

Nothing to eat in weeks.

The moans of pain

That are made --

You know

If not a miracle

There will be nothing.


A word you've used so much


It tastes bitter on your tongue.

Families die around you

And you know

That hunger is not just a feeling,

Not just a painful sorrow.

It is life.

The End

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