World Hunger Is Not for Sale Here in this country, this world, that gathers in the streets and chants with dream-filled tongue, rivers of our hunger-honed devotion speak of lifting our love where children are dying of greed as they search for our hands, there under the bridges, here on the streets, bowing in decline, our decay, greed and agony hemorrhaging deep in our nature © 2010 by mark prime Treehugger
(The Weaver's Song)