Rapid blinking of the eyes
Dry mouth with salty saliva
Rumbling of angry worms
Discomfort in every angle
Empty tummy and wild bites
Food for thought, nothing is free
Even the worms need to survive
So they eat the walls of the stomach
Just how many people feel this way?
This grey hair is not old age but poverty
And accumulated hunger, the carry overs
From the days before, when will food be free?
They say happiness is free, who is happy
When the stomach is empty and sighing ?
With red eyes looking for a meal ticket
This country is rich in abundance
Of everything, yet the poor are hungry
The soil is fertile, yet the crops are dead
The ocean surrounds this country yet no water
To drink, so I am asking those in charge
When will this change for good?
Because you starve the people of life
You make them sleep on road sides
While you drive bye in black jeeps
So I charge my people
When will you stand up and take what is yours,
Or do you have the power in numbers ??