The Hunger

on some days, I understand
what the pangs of hunger
can make a man do, see and hear.
one may embark on a search
for who to ask and find no one,
one may know one who may help
but will rather starve, or worst, die.
after every gaze and loud hiss,
the heart will ponder and bleed,
and wonder why the earth is unjust.
How do we tell a man to remain sane
after he endures gloom at noon
hoping for a bright moon at night
only to get to the end of the tunnel
and see no light? I know the pain!

Tomide Abdul