Self Served Buffet Meal Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

Self Served Buffet Meal

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Plate filled Hotel chunks
Tummy, lacking space rejects
One third, for the right of street boys

Self Served Buffet Meal
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: greed
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Navod Dilhara 25 February 2016

Based on one of the world most exacerbating, doleful present problem. Great work! you remembered me the situation that the street children are facing.

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Valsa George 24 February 2016

How sad is the situation! We waste so much of food while thousands starve! If we had cut down some of the excesses, especially on occasions of marriage and similar celebrations, how many stomachs could have been fed! An eye opener!

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Edmund Strolis 18 February 2016

When I was in Eastern Europe I gave money time and again to the poor. I had the money. I gave the money. Some people were critical of this. Their guilt I assume for being greedy. Imagine if we all did our part. All of us? Thank you for casting a much needed light on such a terrible reality.

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Kelly Kurt 16 February 2016

I often feel guilty when I have a full stomach

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Jayatissa K. Liyanage

Jayatissa K. Liyanage

Walasmulla, Sri Lanka
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