All That I See Are Sad Children

I am always empty.... The only thing that gets poured into me is a measly amount of dry rice....... The boy who eagerly dips his hands into my body to scoop out the rice, has to make the rice last all day. As each day goes by he picks me up and I look into his eyes...... All I see is sorrow, pain hunger and even hate.... I can see him get skinnier and skinnier each week and I know that one day he will not live in this horrible world.

His only dream is to become builder, so he can help out all of the other family's who do not have homes and cannot afford them. I see him try to lift a mud brick, but his arms crumple and the brick falls in front of his feet. He is too weak and I cannot help him get food because I am only a small yellow bowl..... a helpless bowl who feels no pain or sorrow... unlike these children around me.

He is not receiving enough nutrients from his rice and so he has arms the width of a rope, and each bone of his ribcage protrude from his chest as if he were a skeleton. He cannot afford to buy food and is too malnourished to work for any sort of jobs. His mother is mighty ill, his sister is too small and his father has passed away..... His family has no money or food...... and there is nothing I can do about it.

My only dream is to be filled so full until chicken and rice pour over my round edges....... If only I could see the boy grin when he sees how much food I hold for him...... it was a never ending amount of food..... This boys stomach would for the first time feel full and not the evergrowing ache of hunger.....

I have hope for one day that every boy and girl would never feel hungry...... to have an education, and not be sent to work...... or recruited to be a soldier...... I can't do anything because I am nothing but a mindless bowl. The only people who can make a difference... are the people of today....... it starts with YOU.......