An unquenched thirst, depths untold
Look upon a starving soul
A worldwide drought, feasts unknown
No strength to walk, so crawl alone
Unattended, uncared for life
Full of sorrow, knowing strife
Unimportant, less than none
Cherished, not by anyone
Expendable, left to itself
Begging now for unfound help
When the view, itself ignored
Those who hunger, wanting more
Never now to be fulfilled
Left to wonder, ever still
-Liz
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