You really do go back there a lot, Mikhail, one can understand how it has got to you when you have seen the things you have. A wishing, wanting thought, and a heartfelt one.

 

The rhythm of this one had me in places, but then I think of you reading it and strangly, it falls into place, Zy

Gripping poem Mikhail!  I too have empathy and feel for the poor and hungry.  I am surrounded by them here in Midtown Atlanta and the homeless too.