Kate Rice ✍ with a poem.
Hunger
Bodies stacked with grass stained mouths
buried shallow beneath the glen
you looked away, and then for Sands
you looked away again
♞♜♝
It’s long been known, the surest road
to reach a proud man’s heart
is through a stomach filled by hand
the working person’s art
to reach a proud man’s heart
is through a stomach filled by hand
the working person’s art
♞♜♝
It is easy to shrug off hunger pains
when it is not your gut that aches
it’s easy to feel no need to give
when you’re fed by what it takes
♞♜♝
But hunger is an angry thing
you’ve used it here before
you carved it here in ‘famine’ years
they wielded it in war
♞♜♝
They refused your empty plate
the scraps of hoarded greed
and sat with a hunger, raw and ripe
that justice alone could feed
♞♜♝
Lust for freedom is without age
their hunger marked as crime
hope will outlive an Empire’s rule
and time is time is time
⏩Kate Rice is a peace baby.
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