What would they think?
Their shadows haunt my tv screen -
brown faces and
distended bellies.
Forced to choose
who will eat
who will starve.
What would they think?
Home distant
hunger as long as memory
food a luxury.
I worry about bills.
I get angry at interruptions.
I complain
that life won't devote itself
to keeping me happy.
We grumble at the cost of fuel
grouch that we can't afford to have
everything
right this second.
We whine about taxes
bemoan waiting lists
want everything now
microwaved happiness
in our timing
at our convenience.
Our houses are too small
our neighbours are too loud
out leaders are imperfect
and none of it's our fault.
We have so much.
We complain so much.
Those shadows on our tv sets
pictures in our papers...
We forget that they are real.
What would they think, if they could see me now?
What would they think, if they could see you now?
What would they think?
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