By Lynn Ockersz Hunger is reaching fever-pitch, In stomachs shriveling sans Bread, But the grinny Sires in TV frames, Cajoling the queueing underclass, Calculate that waiting these folks out, With tongue-in-cheek syrupy talk, Is the best game they could play, To live and rule another day, But this amounts to fooling oneself, For, the dividing […]