Apocalypse Poetry: Feed The World
On a perfect day in June
Needing to be fed
The old man sitting on the park bench
Ate his crust of bread
.
Along came a man
In a black business suit,
With the air of an aristocrat
Wealth his only pursuit
He approached the old man
With greed in his eyes.
“The old timer said
Ask me a question
And I’ll tell you no lies.”
“Old timer please
My family is in need
Is there a way I can make sure?
That they never go hungry?”
The old man smiled
And pulled out some seeds,
“Plant these in fertile soil
And the world you can feed”
“So if I plant these seeds,
There will be enough food for all?
Old timer you are a genius!
The world should be at your beck and call.”
The old timer replied
With sincerity in his eyes,
“I said if you ask me a question,
I will tell you no lies.”
The man adjusted his black suit
And pulled a small case out his pocket
Placed the seeds safely in
And proceeded to lock it
“Old timer you've made my day,
Please keep these seeds discrete.
There’s a fortune to be made
My quest for wealth is complete”
“Young man these seeds
Were not meant to bring wealth.
They were meant to feed the world
So all could live in good health”
“Old timer you’re a fool,
Wealth is all that matters,
And wealth I shall have
As I climb the corporate ladder”
“Young man you have been warned
These seeds were not meant for wealth.
Please plant them in fertile soil
So all can live in good health?”
“Yes. Yes. Old timer
I hear you just fine
But I can’t afford to give food away
I need every nickel and dime.
The man in the black suit
Ran as fast as he could.
The old man shook his head
Knowing he was misunderstood.
To be continued……….
