The phrase summons demons from my past
Emaciated children dying in their mothers’ laps
Given nothing, they receive the gift of death
Brother watches sister take her last breath
Father prays to God for what they lack
Praying for his wife who never came back
A little white child who knows no better
Living in a land of freedom and feathers
Food on the table, three meals a day
Not knowing that there is any other way
They have a mommy who can keep them fed
And a loving dad who isn’t already dead
These words drive nails through my heart
Dismissing the people I cared about
How can you be so blind to those in need?
Must you lose your eyes to see?
Most of those children I saw four years ago
Are now admiring new angelic halos
This is my life in the U.S. of A.
The land of the free and where the rich play
Red white and blue, how we admire
The ability to turn eyes away from needs dire
To this country that is so superb,
“Starving” is only an adjective
Not a verb.