Underdog

Living the life never wanted
From the ground to the mouth
From scratches in the land
For what feed the stomach
The jungles are scoured
The rivers are scooped
For all matters
That would fill up
Rumbling tummies

To live the life of an underdog
No fun, no life just hard work
To stop and gaze at the blue sky
Or count the blossoms flying by
Are the past times of fools
For who plays now
Would pray later
For surcease of famine’s
Sharp teeth

So live not the life
Of an underdog
For long and wide
The path between
To full happy stomachs
And clothed bodies
Or warmth from night’s
Cold hungry embraces
Claw out from the hole you dug
By hoes of laziness

Remember the cry of the hungry child
The feeble hands of the dying
Begging for sustenance
To the very last
As the whisper of ghosts
Come flying past
Hunger and pain
They die last
As souls leave their bodies,fast.