Starvation... Why ?

Hurray !  Hurry !
Come through the keyhole.
Don't mind the rotting
sashes, pass into the windows.
Come, good news.

I'm holding my hands to
catch your plumpness.
The largest pot shines
with happiness. The slack
walls of my purse, pulsing
pudenda, await you with
a new bride's longing.
The bread bin gapes and
the oven holds its cold
breath.
Hurry up !
Hurry down !
Good tidings.
Don't wait out my misery.
Do not play coy
with my longing.

Hunger has grown old and
ugly with me.
We hate from too much 
knowing.
Come.
Press out this sour beast
which fills the bellies of my
children and laughs at each
eviction notice.
Come !

Why is there so much difference
in the world ?
Why ?