Toiling by the day and labouring through the night,
But there is only so much I can bear, in this relentless fight!
Hungry mouths aplenty I descry, my bosom shrieks in agony and terror does accrue,
But apathy is not mine, may you not misconstrue.
Pliable I have been, demands afresh and burrows deep,
Scars and wounds I bear for your sake, harmful substances I help seep.
Tears have been in happiness, and wounds for joy,
But there is only so much I can do, my boy!
Your scars grate my wounds; nightmares carve themselves out of harmony,
But there is only so much I can bear to see, my eyes strain in melancholy.
Riches copious I did seed, Rice, Oil, Corn, Salt or Meat,
But plea I do in solemnity, may my seeds be treasured as greatness you seek.
- Dedicated to World Hunger Problem
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