Real Hunger
Real hunger knows no holiday,
no picnic in the shade.
It doesn't stand first place in line
when cookies have been made,
or fill its plate up to the edge
with what the earth provides.
Real hunger sifts through trash and says,
"what we find we'll divide."
Its face is bleak, and gaunt, and hard
from shadow, want, and strife.
It knows the signs hunger displays
that mean the end of life.
Real hunger lurks in alleyways
and under bridges wide.
It hikes through stormy weather for
warm shelter that provides.
If hunger stared gray-faced back from
your mirror on the wall.
Would you then feed the needy, make
a pledge, or give your all?
Proclaim it from the rooftop and
in silence be it prayed.
Let's make a place where all folks share
a picnic in the shade!
8-12-15
Real Hunger
;/.
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