Hunger and waste

I don’t have much

you eat such

qualities and quantities

of sustenance, I can dream

and still never ever seem

to get a single day worth living

Rations

Wait for rations
all hours in a day
Someone somewhere
wastes away
double standards
are here to stay
rich have millions
and games to play
poor do rise
have your say
your say matters
in rags and tatters
we won’t let you live
until you give
up in the smoke
wealth croaks
humanity triumphs
vanity limps
end hegemony
burn fake money
food you produce
all yours to eat
Rations for rich
who don’t know
how to cook
let alone sow
that is only just
rise we must

Bleeding red day

what should we box
wasted sweets in giant socks
uncountable gold, silver coins
shiny colourless rocks

billions saved from wasting lights
pieces of junk causing unthinkable fights
money spared of expensive hangings
unwanted gifts, lingerie, leggings

turkeys, sprouts all food wasted,
wine, liqueur, those drinks never tasted
having more and more, cleaning entire stores
of those things we’ve bought, unwittingly sought

a day of reckoning what could have been
a generous giving yesterday should have been
humanity matters possessions certainly not
what a wonderful bleary weak afterthought!

Universally applicable to second days of Eid, Diwali, Christmas and all other global retail festivals, so no discrimination in collective criticism…I wish I could act on this thought but I don’t so certainly don’t practice what I preach…