Rotting Pumpkins
9 million Pumpkins...
In wind and rain.
Abandoned to cold nights.
Slow decay.
A waste.
Food grown. Food thrown .
People hungry.
As the Pumpkins go mouldy.
Such craziness.
Queuing at food banks.
Trick or treat.... no thanks.
Christmas delights.
Soon outshine Pumpkin lights.
Another chance to waste some more.
Do we ever stop to ask what for?
In a this land of plenty.
Is it wise to forget the homeless, the needy?
Having fun..... what’s it worth?
A mockery of the hunger that inflicts the earth?
Madness. Utter madness.
Don Matthews
Fri 8th Nov 2019 03:26
Poets record things as they happen. They won't change the world.