Monday, October 14, 2013

Tiny innocent hands of hunger in garbage...



My soul wept a deep song of pain ;
Neither the evening wind behind the trees
nor the wonderful company I was with could heel the pain.
My heart darkened and tears shattered
when I saw two little young boys
digging a filthy garbage to feed their hunger,
compromising their honor just to stay alive.
I looked them over from a distance, one by one,
as they continued searching, picking and eating from the garbage.
Past my emotions the sight shot deeper
withering my will to survive and move on.
I walked up to them and told them it was wrong,
"We can't starve! It's painful." is what they said,
which cut deep my wounds and bled pain,
With their mud-gloved fingers,
the two boys cling ed on to the cash I offered.
With jaws opened and teeth clacked against teeth, they smiled,
and ran away bare foot leaving me alone.
Standing still watching them run away,
hugged by the air that cried and laughed
with emptiness running down my mind, I felt,
I never have been so alive.
I never have been so dead.

and my hunger flee......