Sad Harvest

How can we stand by and allow such inequality?

Sad Harvest

September sees the last ripening fruit

fall from the trees,

spoil for the birds and mammals

and insects

who patrol our garden.

I have already picked the juiciest of these,

plums and pears and gooseberries,

and stewed them.

Frozen they will eke out

and last a year, in porridge

or a fruit crumble.

I picked each plump fruit by hand,

knowing how fortunate

this luxury makes me,

when across the civilized world

millions starve.

 

20/09/17

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

World is hungry and USA pay farmer not to farm. USA could feel the complete world if they wanted. You words are true. I saw the starvation in Africa in the nineties. Made me appreciate the USA. Thank you John for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The world is so unequal and some of us are fortunate. Many thanks Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome John.

[wordman]

this is truly a tragedy,we throw away enough food each year to feed the world

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes and it is so, so sad that we cannot do enough. Yemen, Myanmar, Syria and every part of the world, including the USA were many starve still. Thanks Ron.