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.