Who is Starving?

A refugee sits under a fig tree,

Hasn't eaten in three days and is losing his abilty to see;

He begins to submits to his hunger,

And screams out to the sky, "Why me?"

Then the only thing in his stomach was dark green envy which didn't feel his body

But his

Free thinking soul which thought of a kid in America

With the very same name that probably was throwing out the rest of his mac and cheese

As his body aches and screams for even a single mustard seed;

But who is really starving?

The boy in the states, after disposing the rest of his lunch, returns to his classroom at his small-town middle school

Where he enters a classroom where he is told what to think, 

And history book disregard certain aspects of the world that both are starving in,

Though one may seem harsher, with shriveling knees, 

At least the young boy reaizes that he is impovershed and isn't completely fufilled

While the boy in the school doesn't realize that he is being molded into another drone of society

So would you rather be starving and realize it, or be blind to what you think you don't need?

For who is really starving, the refugee or...me?