Hunger.
There is no greater felon, than that of the innocent bystander:
He who sees...
Does no wrong.
Does no good.
The person who witnesses pain and suffering and,
Is in reach of helping...
Close enough to kiss the tears...
Decides there are causes more deserving of his time.
I am he.
Having more than enough to eat on my plate,
I’d rather discard it then give it to she who
Digs through garbage scraps
To feed her newborn son.
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