Hungry Poem by Rebecca Lyle

The young boy wakes from hunger pains;
knowing there is nothing for him to eat.
He drinks his fill of water, feeling defeat.
His single Mom works 12 hour days
only to receive minimum wage,

At school he can't comprehend,
all he can feel is hunger again.
As the lunch bell rings, he stares
at the children with food on their plate;
feeling hunger turning into hate.

He leaves school with one place
in his mind; the old man who is his friend.
As the old man opens the door,
he know what the boy is there for.
He gives him the gun loaded.

The old man feels hungry too,
glad his wife passed so she would
never feel hunger through and through.
He wonders why, his was a vet from WW II,
seeing how Hitler starved the Jews.

The young boy burst through the door;
randomly shooting teachers and children
who did not know hungry and what it can do.
One bullet left, he sticks it in his mouth,
thinking I will never be hungry again.

Rebecca Lyle 03/22/17
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Dedicated to the poor children and the elderly, two sectors who should never be starved.
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