Water for breakfast
Nothing for lunch
Like hungry outcasts
They scramble for much
No salads, no cakes
Just a day's plate
No chicken, no wine
They hunger and dine
"What is for supper?"
"A plate of sand,
Mixed with a little rice"
They feed with hand
They're hungry, they're pale
They don't need much
The soup we call stale
Will provide such!
© Raphael Uzor
Help the needy.