Notes About The Poem
The U.S. hunger crisis is not over. ~
Food Lines
Food prices rise, the people despair
Of long lines of vehicles for miles
Overwhelmed by need
Desperation tires their minds
Linda, single Mom, grips steering wheel
Inwardly asks, "How did I get here?"
Never thought it would happen to her family
Empathic food bank volunteers load her trunk
Sobering all-season snapshot of the U.S.
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