Donation

Half the world is fat,

half the world is thin

and half the world is 

still locked out, still

trying to get in.

And the flicker flame of conscience 

is that all pervading screen,

those little arms as thin as sticks,

those eyes that haunt your dreams;

and you would not harm so lightly

the kitten taken in,

or the chance on Sunday mornings

to absolve a little sin.

Yet that envelope discarded

like a coin dropped to the floor,

becomes no more than memory,

one more pebble on the shore;

but still the world turns endless on,

the wheels of commerce spin,

whilst half the world is still locked 

out, still trying to get in.

So sleep dear child, sleep all you can,

dream every wish come true;

for this world is thin,

as thin can be

but not so thin as you.  

Reviews

[Beccy]

Thank you Edward. They deserve to be so pinned, preferably without the aid of anesthetic.

[Ed Hart]

a sad tale you've pinned on the donkeys

[Dean]

A real attention-getter, Beccy. Your insight is so very great. I'll b e sure to read more.

[MOON]

Poignant and beautifully conveyed , the haves and the have nots . Enjoyed this very original description.