is in the eyes… of small
children, hungry and orphaned,
their families lost
to wars, earthquakes, floods,
disease, poverty…
children of different colors,
nationalities, faiths…
children without names.
i am their father, their mother,
their sister, their brother…
i am the answer to their hunger,
i am its cause.
i am their hunger!
i have no name.
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