.4. Expiry Date Poem by David Threadgold

No food on the table
A little child cries
Her mother sits begging
With tears in her eyes

Why do they pass?
Can no one see her plight?
If she doesn’t find food
They will not eat tonight

She fought with the rats
Over garbage in bins
Cutting her fingers
On half open tins

Under the arches
Both ate what she found
They expired like the food
Passing by without sound

© 2008 David Threadgold
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