War and hunger are kin,

never apart,

in their midst,

stars don't even start.

The moon looks on,

at what happens on land,

passive and proud,

for surviving, it stands.

Acts inhumane,

making the innocent vile,

while the dangerous rise,

wielding a twisted smile.

Hate-filled speeches,

leave the people in pain,

lost in the lies,

that some can't explain.

This is their game,

the most crucial of lives,

rest assured,

they need help to survive.