To The Edge Of The World Poem by John Siregar

To the edge of the world I journeyed
To see more, to talk to the untouchable
If they had their morning food sent,
and a cup of coffee or tea.

Had anybody care yet?
Had anybody given yet?

No, my lord
If only you could share a piece of your bread
my lord, to stop my crying belly pouring tears.

If nobody cares my lord then who should we go to?
The rich and the kings closed their hearts and ears too.

2014