Hungry Children You Meet Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

My ego is like an egg, times and an egg again I eat it,
The egg is gone but Ego stands his ground
No fault in myself can be found,
Morn comes again with Ego in my eggcup
And the egg is gone in quite thin air,
I take another one or two to fill myself
With sympathy and care for hungry children
I meet this afternoon at two
By the way have you noticed
That when you are full, you feel your egg,
You are humane and cool?