Fire Within/ Third World?

From without. The din of the splattering rain On the cantankerous tin roof! (Raindrops keep falling on my head!) The wind whistles Through the Aeolian Harp Of the gaunt ribcage of the hovel While yellowed ivories chatter in cadence! The cold numbs and rattles The apology of the image of God! God's image! The tortuous length of the serpentine coils Wriggle with a life of their own. The cavern of the belly resounds with protest As the familiar guest called Hunger Comes uninvited To howl in unrequited appeasement! The mind is numb With the bleakness of tomorrow. Will the fires of the hearth Quench the raging fires From within?