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Hunger, I'd Curse no one With It


I speak of things I’ve witnessed and experienced

There are tragedies and disasters

Some are natural, and others are man-made

Then there are outbreaks of all manner of diseases

Most of which could have been prevented

But then there are civil unrests and wars

Most times due to poor leadership and bad governance

However, in all of this there lies a common denominator

Spelt- H-U-N-G-E-R and pronounced –hun guh!

Think of that child so hungry he can’t even dream about food

So bloated and emaciated he looks older than his age

Well, that picture sits etched on a mantelpiece in my memory

While hunger is something I don’t have to endure anymore

It is definitely not something I ever want to wish on anyone!!!

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Seapoloh5

I originally hail from Liberia, a coastal nation on the West Coast of Africa. Until our country was ravaged by more than a decade of civil war, it used to be a wonderful place for raising a family or going on vacations. Sadly the war changed all that, and with the loss of almost a half of a million lives we have had our share of pain and suffering. Yet in all of this our resolve was never broken, and we still found a way to overcome our greatest shortcoming. Even though l now reside in the US l still think about my nation and pray that we can make it a nation where children can roam freely and not have to worry about things like hunger, war and premature death. For as long as l can remember l have always loved to read and to write. No matter what l find myself going through, a paper and a pencil will soon have me oblivious to whatever is going on around me. Writing was a way out for me during the war and it helped me to not only maintain my sanity, but to also document what was happening to and around me. So it is worth highlighting that the power is still in the word, be it written or otherwise, and it behooves us to continually challenge ourselves to make sure the written word prevails and stands the test of time.

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Seapoloh5
<p>I can tell you @Annette M Velsaquez: the times described were inded harsh times; and the sad thing is that having lived through such an experience you never want to even imagine it anymore.</p>
Annette M Velasquez
Your poem carries much power... it is honest and skillfully written. The images are sharp and haunting.

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