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"The world produces enough food to feed everyone, yet 155 million children are chronically malnourished and 820 million people suffer from hunger."

United Nations Facebook Page
October 16, 2018
(World Food Day)

I see hungry people,
I see them almost every day
They walk the same streets that I walk
They look at me and I try to
Choose to look back

Who are these people?
Why are they hungry?

I can't afford right now
To roll down my window and
Hand a few bucks to every
Person with a sign on a
Street corner

But I can afford them a smile
A look into their eyes that says you
Are no different than me
I see your hunger
And it's not

It's never OK
I'd be right there next to you
Begging on the street corner
If things were just
A little different

"Poverty is the principal cause of hunger. The causes of poverty include lack of resources, unequal income distribution in the world and within specific countries, conflict and hunger itself."

"Hunger is also a cause of poverty, and thus of hunger, in a cyclical relationship. By causing poor health, small body size, low levels of energy and reductions in mental functioning, hunger can lead to even greater poverty by reducing people’s ability to work and learn"
The man
The untidy one
Hunger his mistress
She likes to watch him suffer, lament
Till he drops at the feet of Mother Pavement.

The wife
Fed up by life
For there's nothing else to feed her
There is no lamp in the city
that can lighten up her Diwali

The child
All bone and skin
clutching on to the alphabet
His coos of learning A, B, C
Drowned by the cacophony of G, D, P
my dickensian observations, with a pinch of satire.
Ray Dunn Sep 27
when earthquakes shiver
when thunder drifts down from the hills
all the citizens burn down their home
and rip down the gate to their city

a trickle of rain sends them reeling
sprinting in circles for the end of the world
grabbing on to rubble
in an attempt to keep their balance

it sure feels nice to be hungry
clearing out my drafts
Creator Sun Sep 14

I don't feel hungry.
I don't want to eat.
I don't want to wake up for breakfast,
I don't want breakfast.

I don't want to eat.
If not eating means death,
Then do I want to live?

I don't want to eat.
I'm not hungry.

I don't want to live.
I have this weird eating habit where I'll eat breakfast for brunch. I also have a pattern of eating where I'll eat very little on some days but then get second or third helpings on some days. I don't really have any perception of meal times or why exercising when hungry makes the hunger go away?
Keerthi Sep 13
Cropped lands replaced with concrete slabs
stomping on the chance of life,
cries over the dried sky and cracked earth
died in the drone of city life,
Red dust clung to his dhoti
migrating with him to the lush city
only to be swept away to the curb,
his feet traced the streets
soles and soul with holes
inflicted with pain,
anger filled the hungry stomach
only to burn some more.
Eric Angels Sep 6
Pain is the purest form of pleasure
She's the source of mine.
But I await her, patiently...
Like a sailers lover awaits a bottle message by the sea shore..
Not knowing whether the winds and tides were kind or not
Kai Aug 27
hunger from long days
working to many hours
to make life possible

making some chimkin
for those late night
cravings we all feel

feeling like garbage
and ready to cry
late at night 11:45

bringing gifts to friends
yummy crunchy chimkin
they cheer me up again
The story behind "chimkin" is that one late night at like 2AM my brother made fried chicken and brought it to a friend as comfort food. The had the heady sleep deprived mind so they kept calling the chicken "chimkin". The name stuck and now late night meals are "chimkin".
JonahAlonso Aug 21
I gave you
                   everything i had to give
                                                      my money
                                                      my love
                                                      my time
I've given you
                        my health
                        my happiness
                        my peace of mind

And still i search for ways to please you
                                               to appease
                                               to ease the pain
                                                            ­           of the void
                                                i know is carved in the both of us

Even though i know it will never be enough
Miss Daytona Aug 21
Time to forgo the idyllic promises
Of love and its crimson garden
Avow at last for anarchic solitude
That leaves me craving,
but never starving
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