Let Them Eat Cake From A Foodbank Poem by Mary Champion

The starving man has naught to lose,
if there's a choice then he will choose
to eat.
So, woe betide the government
who stands between the citizen
and meat.
The rule of law goes by the board
when challenged by the hungry horde
denied
sufficient for its basic need
because of someone else's greed.
The tide
of insurrection will shed blood,
drown social order in the flood
and all
will suffer for the oversight
of those who could have set it right.
The fall
of nations who neglected those,
they thought too feeble to oppose,
their might
who find that worms will someday turn,
dogs have their day and cowards learn
to fight.