Back to the Future: Original Poems from the 70's

 Return to Hunger

©1973

 No job, my love

            Clothes fitting much looser now

Eat something, honey

            While you tell me what happened at Globe

They sent you to People’s Trust

            And to Public Service

What happened there?

            Please baby, hold up your head

Dry those tears

            Things gonna look up

You have only been home two months

            You need a rest from protecting your country

The old gang?

            In Jail, on the block, three dead-shot by cops

Old neighborhood ain’t the same no more

            The panic is on, and the block is hot

Anyway, we are finished with that kind of life

            We got the kids to think about now.

Come, sit by me, we’ll check the ads together

            What?

You tried to sell your medals

            And they didn’t want them…No monetary value...

Back to the ads darling

            You can try again tomorrow

Yeah, I know you done tried everyday

            since you got back

No honey, don’t feel bad

            I don’t mind bringing in the food for a while

Till you get back on your feet

Sweetheart, where are you going?

            No!

I told you most of the old gang is gone…!