Hungry

I’m hungry to the extent that

I cannot feel like moving.

I don’t feel my weight.

It’s been a couple of days

Without food, only water.

Everyday went to sleep with

My empty stomach.

I beg on the streets all days

Of my life ever since my

Parents passed away.

No one cares about me.

All my relatives turned their back on me.

I’m an outcast, nowhere to run

And no place to hide.

Every buddy runs away from

Me as if I’m a strange disease.

I live on the streets begging

But no one ever throw even a cent.

People pass as if they have blinkers.

That is where I decided to avert

That life and join the gangsters.

We rob people and stab them

If they resist.

My job was to sharp my knife every day.

We moved to the next level

To hijacking cars.

Unfortunately my friends

Were shot dead.

I’m count myself very lucky to be alive.