Constance La France Poet Rhyme

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 !"

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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

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Darlene De Beaulieu July 30, 2021 at 11:44 AM Hello Constance, the Food Banks have huge line ups with people lining up for food. Food banks have a hard time to keep the supplies handy. so they do the best they can . More people now at the food bank than ever before. It is very sad. Love & friendship. Darlene Darlene De Beaulieu July 31, 2021 at 11:35 AM Hello Constance, yes it is still food. The Food Banks need a good supplies to give out. Tranqilty & Peace. Darlene. Constance La France July 30, 2021 at 2:56 PM Darlene, thanks for visiting my poem, yes food banks are a real need everywhere even though the food is not the healthiest, it is still food ~ peace and tranquility _Constance

Ilene Bauer July 30, 2021 at 11:14 AM How sad that people have to rely on a food bank to feed their families! You’ve described the scene very well, Constance. Good luck in the contest… Constance La France July 30, 2021 at 2:57 PM ilene, thanks for the visit and comment, yes it is very sad ~ love and serenity _Constance

Joseph P. DiMino July 30, 2021 at 10:45 AM Well written, Constance; I felt the frustration, and had a good sense of what it must be like to be hungry and dependent on others. People are not hungry for lack of resources -- they hungry for lack of moral leadership -- poverty, drug addiction, crime, would not be prevalent were it not for government using such things to keep people fearful and dependent. A very sick group. Spiritually, mentally. Excellent read! Thank you. Constance La France July 30, 2021 at 3:00 PM Joe, thanks for the compliment on my poem, I agree that the governments could do more, that the food banks are relying on donations from companies, farmers and people and it is still not enough ~ friendship and harmony _Constance

Constance La France July 30, 2021 at 7:53 AM This is a fictional write dear friends, as I have never had to go to a foodbank (yet) but it is a real need in my city and every city. It is a cruel reality of our society ~ love, serenity, peace and tranquility _Constance