Hunger Games
Five minutes past sell-by,
Near perfect to taste,
A plush gourmet banquet
Is tossed into waste.
Misshapen apples,
Slightly ripe pears,
Twisted bananas,
Soft kiwi squares
Are spied by the sorters,
Discarded as scrap,
While all the world’s starving
Present arms and clap.
Stephen Gospage
Fri 6th Aug 2021 16:27
And also to The Crescent Moon for the like.