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Romanticizing Poverty
A ragged boy
Picking up garbage
A malnourished girl
Carrying around
Her brother
A family of five
With patched up clothes
Lonlely old man
Sipping on a cigar
Group of workers
Doing manual labor
A smile
Caught on Camera
Doesn't prove a thing
A smile
Frozen on a
Framed photograph
Doesn't convey the truth
They may not have everything
But they are the happiest
-The world's best l...
Tuesday 14th February 2023 4:44 am
Brothers
The pathway is a little bit chewed
A little bit covered
In permafrost
The later that night
The more you surely loss
Deepen the mind’s abyss
Feel around for the light-switch
Avoid the claws
The voices in my head, they are an oligarch
They know you more than your family
And th...
Thursday 4th November 2021 5:20 pm
WE HIDE
Hunger hides in the schools
Hunger hides in the uneducated
Hunger hides in a child's mind
Why should this be a political fight
We are not asking for a feast, just a little something to eat.
Sadness hides in the home
Sadness hides in the room
Sadness hides in the man on the streets
Don't want to run in your circle anymore.
Want to take that straight line le...
Wednesday 19th August 2020 11:46 am
A Hunger
Cracker Barrel shouldn't make you cry.
That is a sentence that no one should have to explain.
Facebook, should occasionally make you cry.
That's a sentence that I think most people don't have to explain.
Sad children in a country that I probably couldn't find if I researched every piece of paper with any writing on it in my house.
Which is a lot.
Just for reference.
...
Monday 25th September 2017 5:57 am
Hunger
Unlike a book with all blank pages
I don't need food for thought
but my thoughts are of food
like that Food Network guy (no, not Guy Fieri)
like Alton Brown, no dish I'll turn down
as cliche as it may seem
I'm as hungry as a half-dead, raving dog
fried chicken dipped in honey flavoured barbecue sauce, sweet and spicy Italian sausage
just out of the oven hot fresh bread, juicy steak
licki...
Wednesday 1st March 2017 9:17 am
The Yeung Sing Hotel
There are no young at the Yeung Sing hotel,
only those who grew old, singing for their supper,
or was it breakfast? For night turns to day, turns to night,
waiting to break fast, to break bread, to break owt
of the Yeung Sing Hotel where the hands of the clock stand still
like the ends of the arms of the chef who mans the grill.
Daylight saving seems a concept made in h...
Saturday 2nd April 2011 2:18 pm
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