Starvation
I think the world is starving itself
Thousands of packs of condoms are free
yet even aid to the poor is at cost
little girls starve their bodies
to let the most part go uncovered
and bare the cold, cold world
we collect taxes to build bridges
when we are at the last ridges
poverty takes us to the edges
yet the city shines like the sun that blazes
holding all the treasure of ages
But we are empty vessels
filling our souls with a maddening liquor
we are cold and scared lungs
searching for a warm murderous puff of smoke
slowly undressing for human starvation
the once envisaged final damnation
poem by Timothy muggaga
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