...to the mouth that is hungry for food,
for the belly further down to grumble less,
then that meal saves the day that day, at least.
There are many days when provision for the least
is yet more poverty, when want is left unmet.
Whilst across a world, wars fill the news
that is self supporting from advertising
where wealth increases by unearned means,
whilst hiding from taxation, via schemes
out of reach of government regulations.
Where the hand connects to the mouth
I am grateful, but I have to learn to live
with feeling that I must live un-listened to.
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