A Kind Request From: The World, To: Hunger
Dear Hunger,
Please stop knocking at her door.
You turn her stomach into a thunder storm
but all she can do is ignore.
She tries to use an umbrella
to resist the rain
but every drop that hits her
seems to bring more pain.
Sometimes you do stop knocking
that's when she falls asleep
but then the cold awakens
and nibbles on her feet.
I'm writing for my friend
She's known as the world
Her children's stomachs whimper
and have began to curl.
She told me to tell you
She wishes you a nice end
Extend your ears out to her
and promise you will listen.
- A Friend of the World