Starvation isn't ending.
Fresh food in garbage bins,
Can't be touched or taken!
It's the law,
That some trash...
Can't be touched.
Hunger is seen in demeaning ways accepted.
And abundance is there on the scene!
It's hunger in d-minus.
No one is envious,
Fresh food is dumped everyday!
It's hunger with violins...
French horns and sweeping winds.
Sad faces filmed in bright light!
Hunger in d-minus,
Has a chorus that comes with it.
And orchestrated with touches of love!
It's the law,
That some trash...
Can't be touched.
It's the trash that has become law...
That sucks!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hunger-in-d-minus/
