Feed Those In Need


The creature made only of bones

and a thin layer of skin,

should be sitting in a throne. 

Yet it has not been brought to attention

that while you live a life of luxury,

for every wish and want you receive,

someone finds some crumbs

and maybe once a month something to eat. 

I cannot stand the thought anymore

and I am not even a witness. 

But how you could even bare to enter a store

without giving the hungry a visit?

I believe everyone has the right to a taste

of what a human being deserves.

Instead of throwing away what's left to waste,

it is meant to be shared and to be served. 

This is what should be changed.

Bring food to the poor beautiful people

because they life in a world that is deranged. 


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