Hunger:

Oh the look in their eyes,
When they beg for food,
How can I deny their cries?
When they deserve all good,

I extend my hand to the hungry child,
To put a piece of bread on his plate,
He hid pain in those eyes, when he smiled,
This kept me wondering while he ate,

How would I ever know how he feels?
How would I describe it to the unknown?
How would it feel to miss three daily meals?
Would poverty take over my homegrown?


How can I take life for granted, when I have more then enough?
How can I ask for more, when I have more then the above?
How can I deny the truth, when the truth has put me into test?
How can I fail to recognize The Maker of All Things, for he will put me to rest?
How will I appreciate for what I have, for I have gotten everything I need?
Therefore, to Allah I plead,
For the greed, never to mislead the innocent, but proceed to help them succeed,
…and to feed—their hunger.