Famine's Face

I have held the child and crestfallen been. I have seen the face of famine its peevish and sullen glare, a face with hollow eyes and missing smile. Of slow and ambling gait it drags its cloak of misery and despair with neither thought nor care. It hands out pain and poverty in ever increasing portions, disease and total depredation flow in streams of human sadness. Hearts and souls are reaped in the squander of man's neglect, as the child's cry is drowned in the open apathy of fellow man. Monies donated often lost or misspent, policies adopted constantly fail, ideals concealed in hidden agenda's, dreams smitten by the sword of avarice and greed. The West sits astride the mountains of surplus commodities to maintain price levels, as the arms trade to the third world flourishes bestowing more grief and suffering. It is beyond belief that in Africa green oasis's were created so that the World cup could take place, and yet in other areas a field of corn or wheat is still wanting. Human we are humane we are not, somewhere in the jungle of priorities we are lost. Yes I know tonight I will sit and eat my fill in comfort, maybe a dessert of guilt.