Conversations with hunger

Hunger why you trouble me again,
see I have no penny to buy even a grain!
My body doesn’t ache now, nor it pains,
distant are the sounds of those passing trains.

My eyes will never weave a newer dream,
‘cause the last time I woke up in a scream.

My hands will never hold a fountain pen,
millions of them have lost to swords just ten.

My legs will never run a second race,
‘cause I can’t see with blood on my face.

What do I do now my pile of books?
How can I write with my flesh on the hooks?

This road has bumps and ups and downs,
and blisters have said no to any new wounds.

Money always rules and poverty serves,
I sweat my blood out but who observes?

Hunger will you trouble me again?
Still I have no penny to buy even a grain.
My body doesn’t bleed now, just it pains,
and tomorrow I’ll be tied to heavier chains!