Why I starve...?
Why I starve....? Why I starve?
I starve because of how full I am,
full of these blessings that i have
been blessed with,
without even having to asked to be
blessed with.
I starve because of how blind we are.
Now although we can see very far,
It's what is right in front of our
eyes that we are most blind to.
You see, you and I, we live the good
life.
We don't have to struggle to survive
and we don't have to do very much to feel alive.
But what's inside, what's inside is
where the problem lies.
No, not what's inside your stomach at
the moment,
but what's inside your heart and your
mind.
Even though you think you're full,
You need this food more than I do.
Food for thought to digest into your
soul, which you don't have.
Which is why, you my friend, are
starving.
You are starving because of the lack
of information you failed to receive from the media.
You see, the media decides to hide
right in front of your eyes,
while they instead terrorise and
victimise, and then say it was done by some 'other guys.'
You are starving because you don't
even care about the 'other guys.'
You failed to sympathise or even recognise
what's happening to the 'other guys.'
Let me ask you something:
Do you know who I mean when I say the
'other guys?'
I starve because of the greed that
has been instilled in me from living so peacefully.
I starve to rid myself of this
disease.
This disease that consumes your heart
and your mind and makes you believe that everything around the world is just
fine.
Now I'm not trying to rhyme,
but please listen to this next line:
Us living like this is a damn crime!
A crime that has been going on since
the beginning of our time.
A crime that when we commit,
instead of getting prosecuted
for, we get rewarded....
Rewarded with commercialist
commodities, sex tape run celebrities, luxurious cementities, killing each
other for some 'Yeezy's' and last but not least the freedom that is
life.
I starve to remind myself of these
blessings.
I starve to forgive myself for
over-indulging while life offers me a taste of its sour apple.
I starve to humble myself.
And to tame the ego that was awoken
from within from these store bought clothes.
That were stitched internationally by
kids half my age.
I starve because I choose to,
I starve, for the 'other guys'.
Now you know why I starve, but you
still don't know who the 'other guys' are, do you?
I starve for the forgotten souls out
in Somalia,
I starve for every drip of blood that
was lost by a child out in Syria,
I starve for every tear that was shed
by a mother in Afghanistan,
and for every drone strike that was
done unto Pakistan.
I starve for the war that the beloved
Iraq had to go through before Barack,
And for every rock that was thrown by
a fallen angel out in Palestine!
I starve for the tens of thousands of
dead men, women, and children out in Burma.
It's a public genocide of a whole
nation turned violent but kept silent.
When they're just living to die?