The Hunger Games

Disturbed by the term poverty,

He came out from the hut,

The hut of compromises,

And left to the city, 

His face was never trustworthy,

Not like his stomach,

No one believed the skilled poor worker, 

Sun scorched a bit more,

He lost the will to survive,

Hunger asked him to steal,

Or at least beg, 

He refused,

He asked hunger for one promise,

Take him and leave his family,

As soon as he left the body,

Hunger went to ruin his family's life.