An unfortunate reality
Thoughts of food
cloud the child's mind.
If only she had a
peice of bread,
to stop the constant
pang of hunger
and the peircing headache.
All energy and
strength
has left her frail body.
To end childhood hunger
is my aspiration and
dream.
For no child deserves
to dream of food,
only to be awaken
by the noise of her
stomach growling,
for something that
she does not have.
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