I wrote this at the creative writing workshop in Northampton, didn't have the guts to read it out but here it is incase you want to see how poetically stunted I am.
I want you to think of all the food you ate today,
Breakfast Lunch and Dinner & how much thinner,
You'd be if that's all the food you'd see in a week,
Because I just think it's bleak,
Seeing babies like ours out there sick & crying,
Sick & dying,
Whilst i'm sick & tired of seeing another good meal thrown away.
But we just waste anyway,
Whilst they waste away,
& as long as we're ok we'll just carry on with our day & maybe pray,
to God,
that they hold on long enough, to get strong enough,
to work thier farms, to fill thier tables, to fill thier bellies.
If there was half as much good in this world as there is greed,
I really think it'd be us sowing the seed,
of change & I know, it'll take a while to grow,
but when it does it'll be more mindblowingly breathtaking than any sunrise or sunset bestowed upon this earth,
and for what it's worth,
they're just incredible in India.
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