Food
I can not stop
I can not look
at that person running
down the street
with a loaf of bread he
just took.
I can not help
in the soup line today,
it make me feel sad
to see family's with out food
while living in the good old USA.
I can not walk downtown
I can not stand the smell
of the homeless living
in boxes
and watching them eat food
that was threw out,
I ask what is this world
all about?
I can not stand still
one more day and not speak out
about the hunger in my town
and your town.
all we do is pass by and hand out a dime.
Like because we that can afford food everyday
look down on the family's that not working
just like it is a crime.
I will not eat
a fresh bowl of fruit
or nice hot rolls with a big bowl of soup.
until every child in America has the same.
Now I say, who is to blame.
Copyright © Sharlotte Newan | Year Posted 2015
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