Hungry I am, maybe I was?

Hungry I am, maybe by cause!

Hungry I am, not by will.

Hungry they become,

                     Maybe by fate.

Hunger the society run,

                     Because by crate.

Hunger is for all, not for division,

But fate is little false, which makes all crawl.

Not by greed, not by choice was it developed?

   But by non-equality it was accustomed.

The government runs their rule on own,

   But why do they make others suffer on false?

Humanity practiced equality on mark,

   So why the don’s, the president’s, and the government do disregard the system?

    All they forget hunger when rose to level greater,

     For some hunger is character, others a source saving permit.





This poem is about: 
My country


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