And I Feed Him
Sometimes I feel the pain of hunger,
For things that are just beyond my reach,
Sometimes I feel pain running deep,
I wish to sleep,
But then I consider,
Those who hunger for what they cannot grow or eat,
And I realize that either I am too blind or too selfish to help them,
Sometimes I feel the pain of hunger,
I wish to sleep,
But then replete with awareness of my privilige,
I search for that man who has nothing to eat,
And I feed him.
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