Little Black Bellies

Little black bellies,
distended by starvation,
limbs, pipe stem thin,
bones so brittle,
a gentle wind,
could break them.

Mothers weep,
tears of dust,
at least the ones,
the few, who still have
the strength to cry.

Flies nest,
lay eggs
in oozing wounds.

I change channels
before taking another bite
of my burger,
another sip,
of cold foamy beer.

For me it is
far too cruel
a thing to watch,
to listen too.

If I hurry
I can make the happy hour.

Do your homework kids,
before I return.
There’s ice cream,
and chocolate cake
for desert.

Little black bellies,
distended by starvation,
limbs, pipe stem thin,
bones so brittle,
a gentle wind,
could break them.
Desperately

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