It’s so easy to look the other way
Easier just to ignore what they say
“I’m hungry, can’t you please give me something to eat?”
The dry, red hair
and stomach protruding
the dazed look, the crazed look
A mother’s voice soothing
“I’m hungry, can’t you please give me something to eat?”
They’re a world away
out from under our gaze
Their voices too weak
We can’t hear them speak,
“I’m hungry, can’t you please give me something to eat?”
Eating our meals, throwing away the half,
Most of it ending up in the trash,
Can’t we hear their plea,
“I’m hungry, can’t you please give me something to eat?”
We listen one moment, some of us pause,
thinking, “Someone else will take up the cause”
While the voice grows weaker, the sigh grows deeper,
too tired to ask anymore…..
“Will someone please give me something to eat?”