Empty stomachs that growl
and rumble with gnawing hunger,
throats that cough and croak
and thirst for a squirt of water.
Plop, glug and pong of sewers
buzz of houseflies and drones,
low lub-dub of weak hearts
snap and crack of broken bones.
The creak of dilapidated walls
and rattle of crumbling doors,
the thump of termite-windows
tottering on ramshackle floors.
Clinking coins and rustling notes
out of our pockets, may one day
stamp out sickness and poverty
and make suffering fade away.
30 Jan 2010