Thirty hours doesn't seem like enough,
Thirty hours doesn't feel so rough.
To fast for thirty hours doesn't make you see,
What for some child out there life could be.
It seems almost like we are committing mockery,
For if it was exact we would be in shock you see.
They go daily without any food or nutrients.
Any we go thirty hours without food,
But anything else we can devour.
Even at that we are permitted to eat steamed rice,
Something tells me they don't even have that.
I sit there in guilt as I slowly take in the sustenance,
If it was up to me I would go without.
I won't drink the juice,
Or chew the gum.
Just me and the good old water.
That's all I plan to survive on.
But mom drops in and complains,
"Your too pale you're going to pass out".
Then at least I could be like them,
Raggedly clothed with no hem.
Thirty hours,
How is that even feasible?
Thirty hours,
It's not even reasonable.
I'm not hungry and I don't appreciate their stares.
They all are starving.
I wish I was too.
At least then I would know what it feels like for them.
Those kids far away.
And those in this very city.
But I am not hungry,
The entire time.
I am perfectly fine.
For those thirty hours.
