A European among starving nations.
Some of the things I see
still startle me.
Pangs of hunger know no humiliation.
Starving children, their faces ashen,
with sunken eyes and bloated bellies,
God forsaken, gourmandize what they can seize
from mouths of dogs in dog day heat.
To the hungry soul
every bitter thing is sweet.
Balloons fill with helium, soar in the sky
What strange gases burst politicians’ bellies
~ Perhaps Saturn will see them fly by
While homeless people beg for food;
partiers celebrate New Year's Eve.
Cheerful festivities flourish;
only steps from empty bellies.
Drunk revelers sing Auld Lang Syne
while homeless people beg for food.
Happy hugs and midnight kisses;
are juxtaposed by poverty.
The haves, helping out the have-nots;
was last year's failed resolution.
While homeless people beg for food:
they're kept discreetly out of sight.
Friends ply guests with delicacies
and large amounts of alcohol.
And by midnight, they're vomiting:
while homeless people beg for food.
Here's a good question for all you guys
Which came first, big bellies or big eyes
Methinks it was bellies
Couldn't see the jelly
Now the world is obsessed as we try to disguise
Sunset’s smile fades as it paints
The bellies of evening clouds
Before drawing dusky shades
And retiring for the night.
Belly dancing can be unnerving especially if they're not attached
You turn away, think you're hallucinating or just becoming detached
It's not a mental disorder
Though you're on the border
Drugs could be to blame but mentalness seems more apt
God said it is free for all humans indeed free,
Is it then free for all human beings?
The son of man prayed, healed and delivered free
Is it the same now, tomorrow?
Free i give you free you must give
Is it really so in our era?
We donot sell and buy in the tabernacle,
Here! Oil to annoint is only sold in a special price.
It is without money without price,
Yet basic water is sold here in a special price.
Give alms to your neighbours in need yesterday,
Rob from the poor and needy now exist
They were together in a room and supporting the helpless,
It is now a single head in multiple rooms.
The street and gutters have become homes,
Oh lie! You are so popular you have taken almost all.
Tuuma tuuma, to the supreme that truth is raising from his slumber,
Tru poetry, watch out humans! All humans.
“All Points Bulletin”... be on the lookout
For Jackers' rotund belly
It's been missing for almost six months now
Watch “Missing Bellies” on your telly
Wiggles and jiggles like a bowl full of Jelly
Bouncing up and down, side to side
Little kiddies are always bugging their Moms
To ask Mr. Jackers for a ride
It's just my way of describing the impact
Losing weight had on my psyche
Upbeat and ready to meet all life's challenges
Now wearing my hair all spiky
It surely can be a life changing experience
Walk around with a confident air
Tossing red roses to the curious onlookers
With a feeling of devil may care
Can imagine the mental picture you're having
Must be pretty strange I would guess
My life has become exciting once again
Next week I'm on 'Meet The Press'
“All Points Bulletin”... if you see Jackers' belly
Ignore it, he doesn't want it back
He's doing just fine but thanks anyway
He's finally on the right track
© Jack Ellison 2012
Children are children,
They want to play only,
They like toys and rides,
They cry when they need food.
Although they are yours
And although they are mine,
Children are children,
They will learn from a family or a society.
I am poor can’t afford,
Look at their naked bellies,
Always searching food,
And fresh water to kill thirst.
I can educate them,
Their poverty is only their luck,
But how can I shut their eyes?
So they can’t blame me.
When they shall be grown up,
When they shall look at the shinning lights,
They shall feel their darkness,
They shall be helpless to define poverty.
If I shall be alive,
I shall educate them,
Your hard toil only can change you,
Work hard and stay in peace.
But I afraid, if a third person,
He educated them they shall be a thief,
Or a robber, smuggler and deceiver,
I never thought they will be criminal.
Children are children,
It depends upon you and me,
If we didn’t cooperate them,
A third person will get a benefit.
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