I was hungry poem

I was hungry,
so, I ate,
I was thirsty,
and I was satisfied,
unlike those in Africa,
those with bulging bellies,
and bulging eyes,
and those with a hunger and a thirst,
that they cannot placate.
I was hungry, so I ate.
I was thirsty,
and my thirst was quenched,
and I was satisfied,
but they,
they have to wait amongst the flies in the Sahara,
and I have food so easily available upon my plate.
Oh, how we take such things for granted,
and how they can wait and wait and wait,
and how easily, I will be satiated,
when for them when all is said and done,
far too often it is too late,
and by the time food arrives on their plate,
why should this be on the Earth,
because we probably waste more food,
than with which we could feed,
the human race,
and it is a shame,
and a disgrace for the human race.

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