A Little Hungry Boy
A Poem
I see a hungry little boy, His face lit up with a hopeful joy, He dreams of a meal, a simple pleasure, In his little world, a constant pressure.
His stomach rumbles, aching for food, His dreams and hopes, his only mood, He knows not of what lies ahead, Just the hunger, that fills his head.
He walks the streets with empty hands, No shelter, no home, no loving friends, His belly aches with pain so deep, His little heart can only weep.
He longs just for a warm, filling meal, Something to ease the hunger’s feel, But in this world of poverty and strife, His hopes and dreams seem out of life.
He dreams of love, of warmth, of care, Of someone who will always be there, To hold him close, to dry his tears, And chase away his darkest fears.
The politicians debate, in the parliament hall, The scientists research, to conquer space and all, While the boy’s stomach, continues to rumble, His hunger and pain, ignored, to crumble.
The world moves on, with its own agenda, But the boy’s hunger, still a constant dilemma, While we strive to reach the stars above, The boy’s need for food, a basic love.
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