the food trucks are here now
I hear them fifteen kilometers away
and I wonder how
I’ll make the walk today
what can I do
but watch my children die
who do I blame, who?
I used up my food supply
at first I stayed hungry for a day
hoping help would come
I tried to stay awake
there was no sound of trucks, none.
the hungry days came and went
the children stopped crying
and that’s when I bitterly wept
as I watched them slowly dying
and now I’m down to one
hanging on to dear life
I’ve fed her my tears
now dry over time
the food truck’s here
I’m too weak to walk
so I clutch my child near
I cannot walk, can’t even talk.
PoP © Jan 22 06
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