Hunger Poem by Pheko Motaung

Will you call me and
Bring me close to you
And thenceforth make me
Your true live in lover
You know my resources
Are dwindling now
And I must soon lose
The care of the few friends
I still have in the world
And the world is hostile outside
And their words are hurtful
Of those who're waiting
To pour scorn after scorn
On me
Will you show mercy
On me
As hunger drives me to you
Will you let me eat
From the dog's plate
Outside as you remember
The many mercies I showed you
When you were friendless
And stateless where
Hunger haunted you in
The refugee camps
Will you whip me and
Show me the door and
Watch from the safety of
Your house as the armies of
The xenophobic mobs assault me
Will you laugh as hunger drives me
To their homes where I break
Into their houses
Will you point me out
As the hungry thief who
Disturbs their peace who
Deserves to take a break
Behind the bars where he will
Stay to die of the wounds
of his hunger pangs