let the poem speak for itself, i dont have much else to say:
The Hunger Poem by Delroy "Nesta" Williams
The screams of the poor
are whispers to the world,
Hear their Voices.
Like howling wolves over distant lands
but coming from our back yards,
hearken to the needy
make the right choice.
Stop pretend that the poor and hungry speak in foreign tongues,
the signs of the times is our universal language;
time to act, initiate the reversal,
think global but begin local.
It's not too late, the sun still shines on today
and the moon of the night will point us the way.
Just open your eyes
let your heart speak for your mouth,
fighting world hunger, poverty
that's what it's all about,
seeds sown on fertile ground
are sure to sprout.
Come on now; join the fight
not for wars of mass destruction
but a crusade for nourishment and nutrition