Food Bank Panic
The food bank was in an old rundown part of town,
and already there was a long lineup;
the people needed to calm down ...
I was given a paper cup;
with bitter coffee not warm,
the food bank had certain hours;
and I was waiting within a loud bee swarm,
people were restless- for now it was rain showers;
this was a new kind of hungry and a huge need,
a nice lady was giving out numbers;
I saw some had big families to feed,
these numbers had colors;
when the big door opened,
there was a mighty push and rush;
every single person had hope and
I held up my number and stepped into a hush;
was handed a box with four dented cans of beans,
four tomato soup, four mac & cheese;
stale bread, peas, but no greens,
and nothing I had to freeze;
and things like bread stuffing,
pasta and sauce and six instant mashed;
and I left huffing and puffing,
in a panic that from that swarm I would be gashed.
" Food panic for unhealthly food bank handouts,
... is a sad reality !"
_____________________
July 30, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/Food Bank Panic
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1376-517-30
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Panic At The Food Bank
sponsor, Kai Michael Neumann, Judged 08/22/2021
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment