Hunger

An 8-year old dies of hunger
as I prepare my Dalgona coffee.

Millions of men are walking emaciated
On what seems like an endless road.

Death and distance mean nothing
When your flesh melts into your bones
And sky is the only thing you've swallowed in three days as moon sits like a rock in your belly

20 of them had already been homes to starvation for 5 days as their tongues tasted death
While I
scroll down the recipe of pancakes

You see,
It's hard to notice tragedies
When your mind is busy thinking about what to have for dinner.

We cannot really save the world
But at least we can cook our own food.