Starve,
But do not harden;
Their will

Be fruit to harvest
Before your belly
Bursts

Children will weep
In need of
The silent strength

That’s You

~

She screams
Again and again
Her pillow baring blows
She would not give
To you

~

At two huddled masses
A hundred thousand scream!
They paid good money
To rage inside
This sheltered stadium! away
From the millions huddled
In forced migrations
A million miles away
Another war
Another bombing
And ticket sales reach
A record high