Food For Thought.

Food for thought

At days end on Monday vanquished

I sit so comfortably ensconced

in my plush, scotch-guard recliner

munching chocolate-covered cashews

washed down with a frosty cola

connected only by remote

then suddenly the cameras pan down

to a startling revelation

telivised in living color

humbling all the guilty masses
~
In a dusty, dirt floored hovel

lies a tiny, bloated baby

sunken eyes, and cheeks like craters

starving in the Afghan desert

its haunting gaze, in years that number

far more grief then my life's tallied

like an ancient shriveled prophet

on its face...etched tales of doom
~
Who decided I'd be snacking

during early evening...prime time

on some useless extra calories

mixed with sugared carbonation

all just for the sake of boredom

while this precious little infant

is denied the slightest tidbit

of the nourishment that's needed

to sustain its fragile life
~

and much earlier this evening

while I stood and scraped my dishes

clean...of quite a healthy portion

of fresh meat, corn and potatoes

my eyes much bigger then my stomach

it's what I would call leftovers

just more fuel to feed the maggots

in a dump full of nutrition

that lies just south of the city

plus in every house around me

plates are scraped, and food goes wasted

times one hundred...times ten thousand

every day a fact of life
~
While in some far third world country

they stack babies up like dishes

victims of some great starvations

scraped of all their life, leftovers

just more fuel to feed the maggots

in a flesh pile of attrition

that lies just south of the mass grave

that will cradle their frail bodies
~

Who decides upon the menu's

for the chubby worms, and maggots?

Is it God? or is it humans?

who allows the gluts and famines

to remain each day unbalanced?

sacrificing skinny babies

as we fill up bags called "Hefties"

with excesses that could save

all those who fill an early grave

"bone-appetit!"..."Land of the Feed!"

What's for dessert?...."Home of the Crave."