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Hunger Pangs - 1
by Sakshi Singh
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  6:00 a.m. Foggy morning
Breath of a four year old,
Reaches my ears.

HARF! HARF ! He goes.
The cold wave gripping him tight,
I sit cozy in four layers of warmth
He runs nude on the main street,
Holding his priceless possessions -
Two pieces of dried bread, hard as stone.

I stare and wonder,
What's fair?
Does anyone care?
Everyone here is a millionaire.
She cuts into her birthday cake,
Crowds cheer. Millions spent.
In a nation,
Where souls cry and die,
Hungry and Bare.

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November 13, 2005
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