A Poem by Miss Evans

People take for granted what they have, not fully understanding what others do not have.




There is a feeling, that someone knows;

A grumbling, tumbling, burning foe.


A feeling that consumes your every thought,

Now matter how hard the thoughts are fought.


A feeling of utter emptiness,

Despair of the guttural globe,

A hunger that only food can fill,

But God knows when that will.


A thing that people see as far away,

Surely not in our own States!

But lo, behold, you do not know,

The seeds that your dear government sows.


I know it for myself,

And everyone else,

The feeling of feeling

Like an empty shelf.


The feeling whispers, still,

In my ears.

The empathy I feel is always near,

I refuse to let go of that which I know.


Hunger abounds,

Yet food is plenty.

Why can it not reach the mouths of many?


Has our world degraded,

So severely faded,

Into a state of uncaring demise?


I refuse to deny the tears that I cry,

Thinking of those without.

It’s only a blessing,

No work of man,

That I can eat when I can.


But it is a curse,

From the bowels of earth,

The pure greed that has consumed man.


Those who deserve it,

So poorly nourished,

But the worse receive it all.


We hunger for fairness,

They hunger for a meal.


We all hunger for change,

But some don’t have time to wait.


To those who feel it,

That evil reminder,

Your last dinner was so for away-


I beg you to go on your merry way,

Justice will stand by you all someday.


That hunger,

Sad hunger,

Shall fall away.

© 2012 Miss Evans

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Wow, the message is so strong and powerful in this piece. The words flowed very well, and you obviously are very passionate about this subject. Very nice job!

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Added on February 13, 2012
Last Updated on February 16, 2012
Tags: Real Life, Poem, Experimental, Hunger