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BARE NIGHT the 18th September Song

The people who are without food are like a bare night sky. Their faces move across the landscape, each one a fading star. Their delicate frames move unnoticed, unexplained travelers. The people who are without food wish for nothing more. They smile at angry visitors who pass by their dwellings and scoff at their bones. The people who are without food see ghosts next to them. They have loved, given of themselves, and they have wept. Like jutting shadows they pass without notice. The people who are without food are like a bare night sky.


© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman


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  1. I followed the hunger awareness link and sent an email to my state reps. On their portal (or whatever it's called), they require that you choose a category into which the issue you are writing about must fall. Neither hunger nor nutrition came up as a category. Interesting.

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  2. I decided on "other" and wonder if that option is the ether land of the low priority list items. They had Food and Drug. Hmmmmm....

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  3. Pagan Sphinx,
    Yes. I've had to use the "other" box on several cause related issues. It does make one think, if hunger and health are not on the list and there are 20 or 30 on the list, what in the hell is taking precedence over health and hunger?

    Thank you for acting...

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