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When words reach their limit
Actions must take us to the end
The streets are abandoned
Life has seized to exist
People prisoned inside their homes
Confronting a reality they cannot escape
Empty pots, empty pockets
Children they cannot feed
Mothers short if words to console their children
Storm roars inside their stomachs
The media screams awareness
Hide away from the is deadly ghost
They say...
Death comes in different disks
To some, it came as Corona
To others, it's to come as hunger
When this dark cloud follows them home
There is no place to hide
Some say hunger doesn't kill
Do you know the feeling
Of intestines twisting and turning
As waves of the sea defying gravity
Do you know the feeling
That there's a hole inside your stomach
Only air is oozing in
The feeling that your insides are at war
Do you know the feeling
Of holding your breath
Just to escape the pain that comes
With each inhale
Hunger does not kill... Instantly
Hunger suffocates
And squeezes the life out of you slowly
Words are failing
Words have failed
These children need no words
These children need food.
Forced to choose between life and death
When death is not even a choice
But the inevitable
Where choosing life means
Prolonging the inevitable.