For in the hut, hunger came <br />striking us like the whooping crane <br />It flew in with its wings <br />flapping forlornly <br />like the treasures of the world <br /> <br />And beside, lay Mother weeping <br />then on the floor, Brother lay <br />dead like a breathless horse <br />dead like a rat <br />and skinned like a kwashiorkor child<br /><br />Onyeka Nwelue<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wings-of-hunger/
