Hungry John

Balto_Husky 2011

Look at your food,
Don't be lewd.
Rich men,
Eat like ten.

And woe!
Food is a constant foe,
To the poor,
Whom has none.

What of those
Who can never enjoy Bose?
We eat 'till the morn' sun,
As others find only none.

A son of my own,
Named by fate alone,
Off the beaten track.
His wish is of lack.

The wish for comfort,
The wish for support;
The fact of hunger,
for which he sunders.

Please spare him;
Please spare him.