Dinner Or Dust * A Sonnet
A devil wields his fearsome prongs
In luxury, he lives and sleeps
Food banks rule, there’s something wrong
When modern times mean nowt to eat.
A powerful country, yet behind the scenes
It’s hard to see the light of hope
Sustenance meagre, and in between
A raging hunger: survive and cope
They’re told. “No-one’s coming to make it better
Oh, and we’re reducing all your benefits
Don’t worry, we’ll send you a letter.”
How much further down can they be pushed?
A nation cannot thrive on dust.
A poem about food poverty by Ms Moem.
This is poem 3 of my Poem Every Day In July project. The prompt was ‘A Sonnet’.
