Hunger Strike

Target for use by the Cruelly Ill-Used Morally targetting his torturers, Nobly tending a body and mind bruised By the meanest sadistic adventurers. All the time, a choice handgum of prisoners of conscience, Nearly in the mold of a lamb cast; A last resort of credence That powerfully could compete with a fast. But, man, it keeps making bowels Annoying talking drums, That of Activist Comrade Howells Producer of the strangest hums. Hunger Strike's never the weapon of the calmer character Thumbing through the verses of the Holy Bible And soon a whole chapter For the silencing of The Impossible: Rather to he Liberation Struggle could never be a past, In his speeches The First Thing and never forgetting to be Last. Easily, the worst option against a terrorist With a mindset stuck in a groove And a quickness to detect a humorist In every hunger striker or what he must prove; It becomes a self-inflicted pain By a modern gladiator Manacling self with the cruelest chain And, therefore, to look not in the direction of a mediator. To gluttons, hunger strike is a possible Edutainment But to Dictators offered Plain Entertainment, No empathy with striking ulcer sufferer Now, little by little eyeing redeeming surrender!