Pushing and shoving, no orderly queue.
Let’s get that bargain before VAT’s due.
No matter at Christmas we got presents galore.
Now come the sales and we just want more!
She sits on the ground, her son in her arms.
Weeping quietly over him, no psalms for her balm.
Skeletal child born in a coma
No pot of food with delicious aroma.
The fields they are empty, the water trough dry.
No room to wonder, no energy to cry.
The next time we want that un-needed item.
Children are starving – ad infinitum!