The babies’ deaths strip my eyes,
naked they cry
Ripped of all its poverty,
my own hunger dies
I’ve starved for affection,
starved for love and peace
on earth
starved to death, or starved
to birth
The truth could feed our nation,
would it only eat
but it’s rough to swallow
such tough and tasteless meat
The truth of all our gluttony,
our wars, and pride
The truth that because of you and me,
children of the world have died
Our obesity protects us,
insulating out hearts
from the truth that we could easily
be the next to starve
As these babes claw through my soul,
I crawl away ashamed
to hide my blame behind the miles
that separate our lives
I’ve starved for affection,
starved for love and peace
on earth
starved to death, or starved
to birth
Saganista