Poem -

A Question of Waste

                                                                          In a world of plenty
                                                              why are there so many children,
                                                                          still going hungry ..

 

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Shaun Cronick

Well said and I hear you well on this issue Nev.
Welcome to the 21st century and we still can't get things right.
See you later Nev and kudos to you.

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Neville

Hello brother Shaun .. thank you kindly .. I had no doubt whatsoever you would give this little scribble the thumbs up and nod .. Catch you soonly :) 

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Marion

Because its greedy sociopaths that rule us Neville...and a piece of paper scraped from.a tree is worth far more than a 1000 dead bodies ...sadly...X

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Neville

They sure dont help none, do they .. ta M x

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RG

Preach! In our household we use everything and leftovers from supper are the next days lunch. As serious as they made COVID out to be… there are 3.1 million children a year every year starving to death, all under age of 5 :(. 

Smh… take nothing for granted! That’s for sure. ~Rob 

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Neville

Give yourself and your entire household a good pat on the back from this old fella .. Cheers Rob, Neville 

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Being Me

Poverty. It's everywhere. We, the human race, should have got our act together by now. As long as the filthy rich get obscenely richer, the poor will be left in the barren dirt of the forgotten places, and children will starve. 

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Neville

Absolutely, I thank you & your awareness becomes you.

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