The Cry Of Africa (For Famine Stricken African People) Poem by Han Min Ohn

Having nothing to eat they sit silently
Resisting the alarming signal in their bellies
Their bodies so thin and emaciated
Their minds full of hunger and dilapidated
Their eyes looking forward for a brighter future
That is nothing more than a satisfying dinner
Their mouths muttering a meaningless prayer
That may provide them a holy savior
In this manner they pass each and every day
Until the whole world heeds their prayer or their bodies decay.