Holiday postcard.

I met a woman in a burned out land
She had a frog clutched in her hand
'What's that? ' I asked. I heard her say
'Its my families food for the day'

I met a man in this arid land
With brackish water cupped in his hand
I asked 'What's that? ' and heard him sigh
'It just may keep my child alive

I saw a boy sitting on the sand
Observing dust within his hand
I asked'What's that? ' He raised his head
'All that's left of hope' he said

I wandered off to have some tea
I'd hoped there would be things to see
Though the sun always shines and there is no rain
I don't think I'll come here again

Reviews

[barleygirl]

WOW! This is a scathing commentary disguised as tea with crumpets! First 3 verses say so much about the ways in which much of the world is desperately without, meanwhile we don't realize how good we have it. But then the last verse takes us in a completely unexpected direction, slamming down the most vile irony imaginable . . . we don't want to look at this messy panorama of "need" anymore! Harrumph! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Bryan Sefton]

Thanks Margie for your reaction. I've had a bit of trouble getting on siye. I keep getting specific messages saying I'm blocked.