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Hungry Voices are SingingPoverty comes easy as does the pangs of hunger pains, Crops are a distant memory, gone with the life giving rains, The shadow of drought casts a curse upon this poor land, The fate of future generations being held in the Devil's hand, The child born into hunger seeks just comfort and a feed,, Its own siblings its rivals in a lethal fight for a basic need, I can never seem to rid myself, no matter how hard I try. The sight of a starving child, the sound of its anguished cry, A hungry voice is singing, their lament for you to hear, There will be no saving music as death grows ever near, Any nation that's in famine is unable to feed their young, Have asked the world for life in the words of the dying sung, This is a world of empty promises and empty pockets too, Seemingly allowing such pitiful suffering, sadly is nothing new, Lets share our vast resources, there's enough to go around, Teach the world to feed itself, let compassion soon be found Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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