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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN, by LOLA AOLA SEERY
First Line: How big is your heart?
Last Line: How big is your heart!
Subject(s): Hunger
First Line: How big is your heart?
Last Line: How big is your heart!
Subject(s): Hunger
How big is your heart?
Have you seen these?
Low hovels built from tin and scraps and cardboard
Squatting in a tin can littered Hell,
Where slow Death crawls, and with impartial finger,
Lays hand on old and young and sick and well;
Dull heat, and babes inert and sick with hunger,
Swelled throats and parched dry lips that dream of ice,
Death lies in eyes that vainly seek for shadow,
And cracked red earth and hot sun must suffice;
Strong men whose bodies and whose minds are twisted
Upon the lathe of Life and worn too thin,
And women who sit stupid by the bedsides
Of their children and watch slow Death creeping in,
Or have you seen low hovels in a snowstorm,
Or starving bodies lean against the wind
Like lean ribbed foolish cattle in a blizzard,
With burlap, rags, and papers round them pinned?
Have you ever cowered foodless in a corner,
While the wind brings in pneumonia where you lie,
And with purple face and pinched cold-brittle fingers
Wait and weep and plead and pray to die?
Have you seen these?
How big is your heart!
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