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Food For Thought

Food For Thought

written by: Glo Curl


The bags are heavy and my fingers numb
Reflections of how fortunate I am
To never have to fight over a crumb
Of flatbread or the dredges of stewed yam

All sustenance abundantly within
My reach from store and market, shopping cart;
I have clean water, cool upon my skin
No thirst or hunger tearing me apart

And every humble morsel on my plate
A precious gift; no scraps, half-eaten snacks
Scraped blindly to the bin, no use-by date
Forgotten on the top shelf at the back

To waste and at the same time know they die
For want of half, would have me live a lie

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