The Gift of Food Sack

A gift of survival bag with goods and food Thanks to the God you offered to my hand In the competitive queue I came forward I was registered, when the name is called Nobody knows but somebody knows That all are poor and world in refugees Mixed colors and different tongues are noised While all are paying attention to each of names Men women indifferent and some with kids Hope of interests is something hidden smiles Trying to overtake before the time comes But the frame of church flexible rule shows With my bag and my friend I came out He reminded me that I did not find out Variety of food we carefully sorted out Expiry dates elapsed and I was going out In a day or two, if I will not finish Nothing will happen I know its truth I ate for the day as much as fresh Thank to the God that it is the truth While ships of foods are being destroyed into the sea Uncountable lives suffer and die no meal for a day No one knows one side of the world of sea Sinking soul of humanity dwindles every day What the God can do, the God does as much as Changes the time and diverts the way he wishes Until the products are passed away in markets It’s out of the rule and ethics no power for Gods I felt a self pity when my belly was full out Thank to the god of justice shows out Nausea for one is a hunger for the other Balance of bridge is the survival of mother Udaya R. Tennakoon