Vicky Pedía – Vicky Asked

Reflection: #029

I describe a sad reality in a poem, a bit melancholic.

Hunger and loneliness are the daily bread of countless children and numerous creatures.

This observation of mine certainly does not only touch my heart very painfully, but it affects thousands upon thousands of children in their bodies and souls.

Are we really not able to end hunger in the world?

If we built one rocket less, one armored tank less, one rifle less, one cartridge less—how much more food could we buy with the money saved, and how much suffering would we spare? 

On a cold morning, very distressed and hungry,
Vicky the Dog asked of them,
because they won't miss it,
a tasty bone for her food.
One not too small she wanted, one a little thick. 

From a chicken, they gave her neither the beak nor the claws.
Yes, they stuck feathers on her.
The feathers and the wings, for no reason.
She got up in the air and started to fly, the Dog,
but fear weighed so heavily on her heart.
Out of so much fear, she fell to the ground.
She crashed hard and couldn't take it anymore,
and her short life was over.  

On a cold morning, very distressed and hungry,
Pepi, the poor man, asked for some money,
because they won't miss it,
for his food, from the owner's wallet.
He did not want less; an excellent dinner was his dream.
Between jokes and laughter,
to give him something, they showed no hurry.
Pepi, already very weak, took the gun from his belt.
What he did, now we know, was crazy.
They were afraid of the toy gun in his hand.
From behind, they gave him a bullet that pierced his heart.
The hunger and the lead were so heavy on him that he couldn't stand it.
He fell to the ground, and his short life was over. 

On a cold morning, very suffering and hungry,
Vicky, the Dog, in heaven, asked Peter.
He missed nothing. Therefore, Vicky asked St. Peter
for food, enough bones, and a warm place.
Not so far away, near the kitchen, she wanted to stay. 

 

They gave her the chicken breast and legs,
and the little angels, they put feathers on her.
The feathers and the wings, for no reason.
She rose above the clouds and began to fly, the Dog.
She didn't feel her weight or the fear in her heart.
She never wanted to return to Earth.
And her short life, in heaven, as a little angel began.  

On a cold morning, very sorrowful and hungry,
Pepi, the poor man, asked Peter.
Because he lacks nothing,
for crispy bread and hot milk.
Not so little he wanted, Pepi the Brave.  

The little angels, between jokes and laughter,
to give him something, they showed much haste.
Pepi, already very weak, ate the bread with his hands.
He drank the hot milk and thanked God.
He felt no more hunger and no more fear.
The cold disappeared from his heart and his body, 

and his short life, in heaven, as a little angel began. 

On a cold morning, very suffering and hungry,
the sun was already shining during the day,
on Earth, she was back.
Vicky, the Dog, woke up; she was still alive.
Fortunately, everything she'd dreamed about was just a nightmare.  

On a cold morning, very distressed and hungry,
the sun was already shining during the day,
on Earth, he was back.
Pepi, the poor guy, woke up; he was still alive.
Fortunately, everything he had dreamed of was just a nightmare. 

Josef Bauer 

Paraguay, 26/05/2009 Author: Josef Bauer

The original in Spanish I have written in the form of poesy, which rhymes. In this version in English is losing some of the rhymes and grammatically rounded style. I hope that the content and what I want it to express weighs more than gram grammatical errors in translation.

The link to the original in Spain language:

WIKI PEDÍA, una reflexión sobre el hambre

http://ovnidigiart.blogspot.com/2009/05/wiki-pediauna-reflexion-sobre-el-hambre.html