Wings of Dream

I lost my father, And also my mother. I don’t know for what They lost their vivat, But I’m sure that they Were innocents who are no more. I feel very hungry, Because I’m also an arriver- One who cannot eat gold. I dream every night Weary snoozes of fight, To fly like a butterfly With wings of merely hope. I dream of a plate With dishes of taste, And for the meet Whom I lost. But the fate of mine Is crueller than cine. I can’t hope to live For days even five Among these unkind People of humankind.