Famined by Linea Lanoie

Hunger hardly tells the half of it.
Famined is more like it.
The deep pit of the belly reels.
The very inner self cries out for food.

Skin and sinews left on bones,
Bellies round and full of nothing,
Eyes black in their sunken sockets.
Flies circle,waiting for their prey.

A mother keens for the child
Suckling at her shriveled breast.
Knowing the end is soon
Too soon, for her first and last born.

God take them quickly
Let them drink from your lifegiving stream,
Feast them at your table.
While we, satiated, rot in our own garbage.

(seen in a comment about this post by The Invisible Sun)