Hunger

 
among the many migrants,
 you stick out the most
waiting for a meal patiently,
 blaming self endlessly, 
 
father, in protective manner, 
mother, refuse to let you wonder
child, on her lap for hours, 
comfort, to delay the hunger
 
landing a single kiss, 
and hoping for miracles
wishing death come too soon, 
to end the pains 
 
Petros Haile