I bit into my chocolate, and the thoughts began to percolate.
I tasted the milkiness and bittersweetness and sighed and
cried inside my body – where the need’s nourishment not this
punishment as the weak, hungry child in my mind’s eye dies.
I do not mean to deride the pride we have in our great nation,
as we cut back the giving so that our living can survive the
incessant drive of disease and wasted chances in warped
circumstances yet still the wasting child in my mind’s eye dies.
I once spoke with someone who had no bread, his children
not fed, and, “I’’m outside the human race, my family thin of
face. The swollen bellies that you see on your tellies are
emotional damaging, physically challenging and I have no
way to feed, I cannot sow seed that greed has taken on land
that is stolen.” It is a mystery that in our history we repeat it
over and over again. The poor are pushed aside while lying
governments hide their routes to wealth which scour out
the pots of poverty.