Other people’s hunger should hurt us all,
physically.
We should feel it deep in our stomach,
in our viscera,
it should make our flesh crawl with horror
simply when seeing its fangs piercing their ribs,
simply when hearing their own bowels shrieking,
simply when thinking how a body is able to self-devour.
We should taste the tears of a hungry child
not understanding the agony of his mother
when being unable to feed him.
We should feel the stigma of shame burning our guts
for allowing another human being,
ONE OF OURS,
to starve,
to beg for food.
Then, the saying “love goes through the stomach”
would gain a higher valence.
“Hunger” should be just a word in a dictionary.
A dictionary of archaisms.
And not even that.
– Liliana Negoi
© 2015, poem, Liliana Negoi, All rights reserved
The BeZine 
Thank you, Liliana. A wonderful, evocative, timely comment.
However, that is what it is to me.
So my question remains the same.
How do we, (& here I’m guessing – you, like me – number amongst ‘the common – yet still Gifted Notables, the global top 2%’?)
We who happen to fall IMMEDIATELY under ‘ those 44,000 top power-money-mad arseholes who run rampaging through our societies.
If so, now, what do we do to refuse to allow starvation, deprivation, misery, slavery & dominition to happen to anymore, ever again, anymore?
Please forgive me if I wrongly assume, no offense meant, ever.
Peace in our time, old Susanne xs
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