The lack of silence

The overwhelming threat of violence

The smiles lost to the crowded street

The fury and rage that metastasize

Along with all the grief 

 

The empty struggles of children with empty eyes

The hollowed out stomachs 

And fired up tounges

Are squelched by the heat of the not so happy sun

 

The hollowed out children

Searching for something to fill 

Themselves they kill

Themselves and will

Keep searching as ghosts just as desperate

 

But they will never be filled because

Their struggles are empty 

And so are their eyes 

Their stomached are caverns

And so are their homes

 

As the empty eyed children tap their hollow stomached to the rhythm of change 

They begin to wander

And

Wonder

If their hearts are empty too