Tears are flooding down my eyes, knives are being pierced threw my heart. There bones tear threw their skin. It is as though they're walking skeletons. And as you sit there at a feast, eating your roasted chicken and drinking you purified water they're screaming out for help as their frail bones shake. They are not invisible, they are human, they breath and walk just like you. Yet we keep them outside like wild animals to be ignored. Tears flood my eyes from the shame I feel when I look at you. The one who won't spare a piece of bread or a place to sleep. I hope guilt will eat you alive like the flies on their skin.