If I Wake Up Hungry Tomorrow Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

Bowels full, days of bounty and abundance resound in a distance past
We cared not for gratitude for we thrived from full granaries
In a sudden wave the tides change blamed on weather and climate
For today I will not with satisfaction as I bite my last and gulp from the mursik gourd

In time, the hope might come back around from the seed sown to the ground
If the rain find it just to show an ounce of mercy, any sign of lash down we shall welcome
The world turned its back on those that forgot to store some food and supplies for a time
If I wake up hungry tomorrow, my stomach touching by back deeper will I dig under

The cassava and the root stored down under will prevail with its water drips to restore life
Hunger, drought and famine will raise the hell we once heard of in the biblical text and scriptures
Fathers against sons for what is left, if we should hunger so the madmax reign fall on us unaware
We shall remember days when our crumbs were thrown to the dogs at our feel as they nimbled

Will we remember to care and share when all hell breaks loose and only a few to survive
The looming shortages, the palm oil the wheat in the north to the south, our baskets empty
If I wake up hungry tomorrow, I will still look to break the little left till the turn tides again
We could do much with the least and pray that the ancestors intervene for the road ahead is dry