Share Bread Not Bombs

because we’re hungry

and you give us kind words

that we choke on

and collateral damage

from a chalice

we are starving

while you lounge in your palace

and we scrounge bread crumbs

as you hum battle hymns

and beat war drums

and i need a Tums

my stomach is in knots

and when will you

connect the dots

as the soul of the nation rots

just like the mountains of food

thrown away every day…

enjoy your burgers

and beers,

its independence day

tomorrow youll throw away

perfectly good bread

and complain about the president

as you ignore the dead

and you keep paying taxes,

buying more bombs

and your co-pay goes up

on that magic pill that calms

and you cant think about

all that negative news

and woe is the breadmaket

now theyve got the blues.














About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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