I don’t know the colour of my eyes
“Hungry?”
There are so many “I”s
Few food
Doubt I’ll ever get full
Poverty and prevail prosperity
Hunger leads to barbarity
Fighting for food
I am screwed
It’s like a curse
Wait… What’s that sound?
It’s a hearse
I hope I get out
In time, before I die
All I can do for now is cry.
Inspired by a song I heard on radio whom I don’t know the name of.