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Learn to Starve Yourself

Before their hands withhold the plate, Before you're taught that hunger's fate, Learn to dine on less than full, To tame the beast, to break the pull. When crumbs are kings and silence feasts, You’ll find your strength among the least. A man who’s fasted tastes the air, Yet walks with calm through lean despair. Let discipline become your bread, And self-control the path you tread. For those who feast at others' cost Will leave you starving, cold, and lost. So train your gut to not depend On every gift that others send. Choose now the hunger you embrace— Or else be emptied in disgrace. Freedom wears a lighter frame, It does not beg, it plays no game. To starve by will is not to lose— It is the fiercest strength you choose.
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Muteru

In a world of uncertainty, Muteru stands tall,
With a steadfast gaze, heeding nature's call.
Prepare for the worst, he often implores,
For life's tempests, he fervently ensures.

With a pack on his back and maps in hand,
He charts the course across shifting sand.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Muteru persists, never asking why.

"Prepare, prepare," his mantra rings,
As the wind howls and the blackbird sings.
For in readiness lies true power,
In the darkest hour, in the loneliest hour.

He stocks provisions for famine and feast,
And plans for the turmoil that may never cease.
A sage in the storm, a beacon of light,
Guiding others through the darkest night.

Though some may scoff at his cautious way,
Muteru persists, come what may.
For in his heart, he knows the truth,
That preparedness is the key to youth.

So heed his wisdom, if you dare,
And face the future without a care.
For in Muteru's steadfast certainty,
Lies the strength to conquer destiny.

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