Slack from Feeding ~Monique Kwachou

When the belly is full, we are meek
We cannot see our feet, much less
march to fight the just war
Our mouths only burp in satisfaction,
slack from feeding
We cannot, need not debate over our plight
Nor cry for our rights,
when the belly is full

When the belly is full, we are weak,
Our bodies sluggish from appetite sufficed
Our senses numbed
we cannot feel the leech poaching on our back
Nor sense the ever looming dark
We cannot, need not be concerned with our neighbors’ worries
or tomorrow’s cares,
Not when the belly is full

So then, maybe we should all starve a little
And let the pangs of hunger sharpen our minds,
tune our senses….
Go without and make ourselves light,
that we could glibly fight the good fight…
Fast a little more and find our souls,
that we may our neighbors’ plight to know

From A Million More Nights to Go- The poetry of Monique Kwachou. Coal & Femficatio, 2013

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