Hunger Pangs

The passing cars

were rampaging animals

on the streets

as small children

huddled together

to the side

waiting for the red

glow from the traffic lights

 

as the vehicles halted

from their fast-

paced procession

they arose

to near the people

encased by the metal

 

with hands over their bellies

they silently begged

for even the tiniest morsel

to salvage their tiny bodies

from the slow

deterioration

of the day's passing light

Author's Note

I wrote this while remembering the street-children that I see (by looking out the vehicle's windows, especially when passing by certain areas) whenever i commute to my school.

Reviews

[alternative_be]

Your images are very to the point and eye catching. This hurts while reading! The ending is very strong and provides an appropiate climax. A society that allows children to deteriorate, is in danger of deteriorating itself, for children are the future of the society. I hope the children are not beyond salvation, yet!

[Nicole (Carpe Diem)]

great piece of writing... great images

[Not Afraid of Bruises]

LOVED this. the end. :)

[Karen Kalbacher]

Impressive. I love the idea of cars as rampaging animals.

[Magicant]

My favorite from this piece is
"The passing cars / were rampaging animals"

What you've done is drawn up images of the Sahara, of Zimbabwe, but then again we all hunger for something don't we?
Very hollow write - I like it quite a lot.
Well done.