In their voice

They ask me if I was hungry

as if they were going to feed me

I was at edge of the hunger

they were not really going to feed me

they wanted to see my reaction

I was happy they thought of me

Little girl walked up to me, asked me?

Why aren’t you eating with us?

I told her, your parents wouldn’t be happy

They snatch her away like I was some kind of monster

She cried in vain as they pulled her away

She waves with sadness

That’s the last time I saw her.