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.