night I am feeling hungry
waiting that's what is me
I order a colossal burger
with French fries to boot
I only consume half; full
I can't throw it away; sin
for my tribe and my grandma
I took a box; i took it home
I give it to my pet, she moan
I give to birds at early morn
all happy; break into pieces
flew to their nesting place
oh I help few needy, I sigh
now they'll be waiting for fry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes you havent waste it and you make everyone shares what you have, its wonderful to share :) because not only food, the care and loves you have they cant also waste it :)