Blindly, I walk through the city streets of Atlanta

My eyes glazed over with visions not of you and your friends

Laughing

"Street children"

Orphaned, hungry alone,

they ravage the garbage

Pillar through trash cans and waste,

Looking for one morsel,

One piece of bread a day
Was all I had
Sometimes, I would break it in half
Sometimes, I could make it toast

My children's bellies

Hunger

Guttural longing uncontrolled
Both night and day
Throughout the world

Searching, longing, growing old
Seeking protection
From