Feeding the World
The headlines scream, I quickly turn the page.
What can I do? I understand the rage.
If they were here and pleading at my door,
I'd raid my pantry for these hungry poor.
We fill the baskets in our church food drive.
I pray my share will keep one child alive.
I buy the goat I've been told will fulfill
Some family's needs and feel vicarious thrill.
I gladly give my meager widow's mite
Knowing full well the good it does is slight.
American farmers strive the world to feed.
Charities send it to the world in need.
But there are some encountered on the way
Who filled with greed, cause our good gifts to stray.
No one person, charity or nation can
Fill every need of every child or man.
Meanwhile, neglecting those who are most close.
I mourn my grandchild, dead from over-dose.
won hm
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2009
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