Hunger

In honour of the newest country to join us (Hungary), a poem I was going to post at the end of the 'lost letter' but didn't...(everything for a reason). So I will post it now.

Hunger

I come among the peoples like a shadow.

I sit down by each man's side.

None sees me, but the look on one another,

And know that I am there.

My silence is like the silence of the tide

That buries the playground of children;

Like the deepening of frost in the slow night,

When birds are dead in the morning.

Armies trample, invade, destroy,

With guns roaring from earth to air.

Kings and chancellors give commands,

I give no command to any;

But I am listened to more than kings

And more than passionate orators.

I unswear words, and undo deeds.

Naked things know me.

I am the first and last to be felt of the living.

I am hunger.

written by Laurence Binyon