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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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Mutevu

Mutevu, weathered hands upon his staff,  
Surveys the land, where crops are scant and tough.  
The sun beats down, a relentless tyrant's stare,  
Parched earth reflects the heat, a burden hard to bear.  

He wipes his brow, a sigh escapes his lips,  
"What use is toil," he ponders, with a grip  
Tightened around the wood, a silent, stoic man,  
"If all we gain is barely what we can  

Sustain ourselves?" A flicker in his eye,  
A wisdom born of hardship, reaching high.  
He murmurs then, a truth that sets him free,  
"Nothing of worth is built without a plea  

To sweat and bleed, to plant where hope is thin,  
For roots to reach, for life to rise within."  
The sun's harsh gaze, a challenge Mutevu meets,  
With sacrifice he sows, for future, bountiful sweets. 

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