the horse has gone because we forgot to bolt the door.
children are starving while the rich they hoard their stores.
the merciless are laughing at the folk on down the hill
while the unfavoured are forced to swallow the bitter pill
of life that’s no life by the edge of the hedge.
human rights for all is the hypocrite pledge.
food in my fridge that can last for days
while they survive on a diet of blood and maize.
we should know better by now.
over five thousand years of the plough.
seed banks sit still for future use
while the west of the world grows obtuse.
(besides those that are destitute.)