[The following poem was written after an inspiration from my Geography lesson on World Food Hunger. It is really quite a sad fate for those poor guys living in impoverished areas of the world, so yeah, this is to awaken the fortunate souls sitting here in front of the computer screen, in case you are unaware that you are living in ultimate bliss... ]
Grains
You are living.
Dressed in your stylish fabric
Posed on a plush chair, eating
Eating grains.
In your eyes nothing flickers, your forceful crush of teeth
Crush the grains of light, grains hope for
The African lady – no, creature, you call her
She lies weary and old
Of the savage killings every day
Her grains are placed by her, one –
Or maybe two, if lucky
Her fingers clasped over her grain,
Her grain, hers, her grain of survival
The seed to living, death has now
Consumed her more than she has
Devoured her grains
She lies motionless day by day, while you
Sit stonily by the table, watching grains –
Grains of wealth, grains of power, come to you
Does that not elude you? That your grains are in need
Somewhere else.
However you fail to notice
The hungry souls weakened by the lack of
Your grains, as you sweep them to the furnace,
You do not know, you survive so well.
When the fire dies, the humans fall to their death
Yet the beasts survive, but do you ponder why?
For all they seek are your grains, but for now
They are dead.
