the starving child with filthy hands
reaches quietly towards me for anything i can give
knowing from experience that cries will fall on deaf ears
i turn my face away
refusing to feed the pathetic creature
because i want some semblance of superiority over something for once in my life
because when i was starving
not for food, but for something far more filling
i too was left wanting
and i need someone to feel that desperation too
because i want that child to learn as i did
that the world is a cruel place
and that you need to learn how to feed yourself
or perish in slow starvation
because when you give away all that you have
leaving nothing for yourself to gnaw upon
you are no better than the starving masses you serve
and death is far better than what you deserve
the child and i will starve together
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 2:53 PM UTC
the starving child with filthy hands
reaches quietly towards me for anything i can give
knowing from experience that cries will fall on deaf ears
i turn my face away
refusing to feed the pathetic creature
because i want some semblance of superiority over something for once in my life
because when i was starving
not for food, but for something far more filling
i too was left wanting
and i need someone to feel that desperation too
because i want that child to learn as i did
that the world is a cruel place
and that you need to learn how to feed yourself
or perish in slow starvation
because when you give away all that you have
leaving nothing for yourself to gnaw upon
you are no better than the starving masses you serve
and death is far better than what you deserve
the child and i will starve together
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