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Out of sight, Out of mind.


Sitting in the living room, looking into the kitchen

You didn’t want it until you saw

Your sister open the chip bag,

Eat an apple. You were fine.

Because

Out of sight

Out of mind.

 

But you’re now “hungry”, so you get up

You walk

To the kitchen, open a cabinet door; reach for some kind of junk

You & I,

We can do that, we’re capable.

 

It’s not like that in other places.

It’s not like that everywhere.

Some people have to fight, kill to survive.

World hunger isn’t a joke; it’s not just a nightmare

It’s real, it exists in places

You wouldn’t dream of.

It’s not in our sight

So it’s out of our mind.

 

It’s not easy

Changing something that spreads like wildfire

Throughout, even our own country.

 

Out of sight

Out of mind

They say.

But, who is they?

It’s not in my sight, but it’s in my mind.

Could I imagine my little brothers starving?

Could I imagine my illness becoming progressively worse,

Only because I couldn’t get the nutrients I needed?

 

No.

We need to put a stop to it.

It’s not an easy fix, but it’s not impossible.

We can resolve this issue.

What if that child who starved to death,

Could have cured cancer?

 

So many possibilities,

That just can’t be seen, or heard.

Because,

Out of sight

Out of mind.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression! Please never stop expressing from the heart. Continue the journey of poetry.&nbsp;</p>

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