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Plentiful


Lamentations 4:9 New English Translation (NET Bible)

ט (Tet)

9 Those who die by the sword are better off
than those who die of hunger,
those who waste away,
struck down from lack of food.

 

 

Green and yellow in a box just things called bananas

Unless someone eats them they will turn black and brown

It will be good nutrition or an ill-wasted fata-morgana

That will help someone of the poor in other parts of town

 

How much food gets wasted? How plentiful the starving?

How indifferent are we spoiled in the middle of the day?

Who thinks much about this as our destiny we’re carving

Somewhere, somehow in truth, since we all will have to pay

 

Jan Wienen

 

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