690million
What makes such a number?
One must wonder,
What will make a number so
Big
Perhaps the animals of the world
Perhaps the fish of the sea
Or perhaps something
Else
Perhaps the children
Perhaps the women
Perhaps the men
All begging for more
More of what keeps them alive
More of what we take granted
But what don't they beg for?
That's the question i seem to ask
Maybe the don't want to beg
Maybe they don't want to be discrimmsnted
To hurt
To starve
But it's all they have left
Living by the morsels that come through the door
Crying while they watch their families
Nothing left to console them
For even the farmers
Who make and watch food, but never eat
Who hope to steal a tiny bit
Just enough to stay alive
So i guess what i'm trying to say
Or to represent
Is a simple plan
One where all get food, because we have enough to do so
But maybe not
Maybe not
Because 690 million is just a number
right?
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