Hunger

Silently aching,

Stomach growling,

So vacant and hollow I might break.

One donation it could take.

Money being spent on useless objects

when some people are here starving.

Each day it happens around you 

and with this the smaller I get

the more im willing to bet

that it will stay the same if we don't make a change.

 

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