Hunger

The dirt in the background

Tainting the picture

Like the plague of the child

Eating away at it slowly

The vulture gawking at the possible food

Like death awaiting its next victim

The child laying down with his head on the ground

As if giving up all hope

As the life leaves the child's body

Its prey awaits, waiting to feast

Oh, such is life

The loss of one

Is a gain to the other.