Hunger

Skipped childhood and rough living,

Life has been all about getting and only giving.

Forced to look after my family, I work tirelessly all day,

Food to kill hunger pangs is what I pray.

Skin bronzed and tortured by the sun,

Stomach stays empty from morning till dawn.

We unite to share for what I earned and if my family found anything,

Gather every evening to silence the stomach rumbling

Slaves to life not to the human,

The powerlessness I feel since I don't get help from anyone.

Fear, for now, fear for the future,

Lack of shelter and food; I yearn to get rid of this torture.