Friday, January 4, 2019

of a people staring at hunger

                                                                                        Attribution: Nekneeraj
Image: Pangs of Hunger
Beginning to be Felt (here)

the 10 chosen words:              
percussion deep morning heat January  
snow slightly ache pensive  obvious deep                                                                 

deep in the morning
in the heat of the receding January snow
in the percussion of life's misgivings

what gives?

slightly sporting an ache in the head
pensive and staring into space
pretty obvious of the deep-seated
disappointment, despair, and despondency
of a people staring at hunger

the will to look for bread
the will to just taste the luxury
of not being hungry
the will to survive

what stops one from
foraging
from stealing
from the deceit and from deceiving others

just to let a child have bread
when all around are the machinations of war
devised and perpetrated by fellow men
to prevent other fellow men women and child
from wanting and getting their bread

why the weak are made to suffer
for the strong to grab everything
are they blind to the fact that
it is a zero-sum game
for whatever one takes
the other has to sacrifice

what gives?

Nekneeraj's at MLMM's Photo Challenge #245
Sanaa's at Real Toad's Get Listed January

8 comments:

  1. It must be devasting to be looking at hunger albeit a child or animal. Yet there is hunger still in the world. Wonderful poem Hank.
    Happy New Year to you.
    Yvonne.

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  2. The strong sure grab everything and leave the weak to starve indeed.

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  3. I think with strength like that we honor the thieves...
    I prefer the strength in yourself that makes giving a virtue

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  4. This is such a powerful, poignant and philosophical write, Hank! Especially like; "in the percussion of life's misgivings." Thank you so much for participating.💞

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  5. I fear mankind will never learn. Happy New Year, Hank!

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  6. hunger wears many forms, none more impoverished than in the spirit or soul - hence greed and insatiable need, to constantly pillage; it's appalling how it is that most western countries overproduce - and waste the bulk of it, and even in our own backyards, millions starve for want, in necessities.

    interesting poem - it has a certain repetition that bites into the heart of it

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  7. There is enough for everyone if we share.

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