Face of Hunger

A ghostly look sitting upon sunken eyes,
Eyes lifted up to the skies birthing no hope
For the rains had refused to burst its tears
Leaving the grounds parched and desolate

Children bare their concertina chest
With acid-tears running down cheeks
Their giggles lost in the heat of the day
For food they hadn’t come across for days

Mother tries to sustain her perishing child
With a flaccid breast that runs dry
She hopes and prays silently in her heart
While the world looks on with words of pity

Elsewhere beads of sweat fall off the farmer’s face
His cutlass swing, cutting his own shadow
City folks patiently wait on his usual delivery
But little did they know his barn had run dry