Sharlotte Newan Poet I do not know?

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.

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Jan Allison July 18, 2015 at 4:55 AM food for thought - such a powerful write - the scenes you portray are not ones I am familiar with on our little Island but I have seen it elsewhere around the world :-( hugs Jan xx

Ian Jones July 18, 2015 at 3:41 AM Great sentiments. Those of us prepared to help when we can how we can make a difference around the world or at least our small part of it. Your poem has a lot of heart. Kind regards, Ian Sharlotte Newan July 18, 2015 at 10:11 AM Thank you