Starvation

Sick and dying people wishing for at least a morsel

To hit there table plagued with a never ending hunger as those at the top

Allocate more then enough for them selves

Righteously proclaim that they have next to nothing leaving a

Vast empty wasteland for those

At the bottom to sift and scavenge for fighting as if

Though it was there last meal before meeting the entrance

Into the sweet relief of starvation's

Open armed embrace calling to jump into the void

Not knowing what may lay on the other side.