My heart aches over the starving-
A body skinny and pale with nothing to eat.
If only I could quench the thirst
restore one with my words.
A terrorist high jacks the real food,
stops it in the road before it reaches the tent city.
The cries of the hungry call out at night-
the meager substitutes making them weaker with time.
From a distance I can swat the flies-
wipe the brow and send a kiss through the air.
But, the darkness and death that surrounds them
can only be fixed by a spirit more powerful than my own.
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