Mark Goodson Poet Rhyme

The Hunger Game

Come little children- come and eat-There’s plenty all scattered about
Stale flat bread and biscuit crumbles -You must dig them out
Banana peelings and lettuce leafs -You may clean the dirt off neat
Perhaps the peelings of a Fu Fu dish- just to make a sweet
Come little one- come and eat- The little child’s belly cries
The flies will lead you to bush meat- the maggots where it lies 
Coconut and cassava cakes- perhaps a little rice
Just below the burning heap where the neighbor’s dead dog lies
The smorgasbord lies beyond the hill-the town’s other side
Forgive the stench- just pass the boneyard -where your nine year old brother died

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Bulus Reuben April 26, 2012 at 10:27 AM Well written piece. I like it.

Deborah Burch March 16, 2012 at 1:02 PM Very effective...well done Mark...thank you for sharing your awsome poem and the information...this is gut-wrenching...I hope none of us let it stop here...hugggss~enigma~Deb

Mark Goodson March 16, 2012 at 7:50 AM experts at the Reuters Food and Agriculture Summit in Chicago this week said an estimated 30 percent to 50 percent of the food produced in the world goes uneaten. The average American throws away 33 pounds of food each month -- about $40 worth -- according to the Natural Resources Defense Council, which plans to publish a report on food waste in April. In a year, that means each person throws away almost 400 pounds of food, above was copied from internet article