Sad Harvest

Sad Harvest

A Poem by John Alexander McFadyen
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How can we stand by and allow such inequality?

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Sad Harvest

September sees the last ripening fruit

fall from the trees,

spoil for the birds and mammals

and insects

who patrol our garden.

I have already picked the juiciest of these,

plums and pears and gooseberries,

and stewed them.

Frozen they will eke out

and last a year, in porridge

or a fruit crumble.

I picked each plump fruit by hand,

knowing how fortunate

this luxury makes me,

when across the civilized world

millions starve.

 

20/09/17


© 2017 John Alexander McFadyen



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World is hungry and USA pay farmer not to farm. USA could feel the complete world if they wanted. You words are true. I saw the starvation in Africa in the nineties. Made me appreciate the USA. Thank you John for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Month Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

1 Month Ago

The world is so unequal and some of us are fortunate. Many thanks Coyote.
Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

You are welcome John.
this is truly a tragedy,we throw away enough food each year to feed the world

Posted 2 Months Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

2 Months Ago

Yes and it is so, so sad that we cannot do enough. Yemen, Myanmar, Syria and every part of the world.. read more

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John Alexander McFadyen
John Alexander McFadyen

Brixworth, England, United Kingdom



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