How it feels to be empty
Not knowing when the next bite will be
Do we feel the knowing cramping
The rising nausea
Do we really know
Why thousands starve
As we watch our favorite sport team
While mothers listens to their children cry
Begging for just something to stop the pain
Priorities are amuck in this world
Why should pay millions to play, to sing, to act
As a people we are no better than the Romans’
Gladiator sports for our satisfaction
Let’s watch and cheer while the lions eat.
