FOOD
Poverty, it is.
A word, a big cause
A big journey, but with no applause.
Food, dear food I love you so,
People say you’ve gone a bit big, but what do they know?
Food, dear food you make me grow,
You are the one that makes me glow.
Pizza and chips,
They are the ones that make me lick my lips,
Spaghetti and chicken wings,
Whenever I see you, my heart sings.
Africa, dear Africa,
Children suffer, and die.
It’s not fair, it's not fair.
Why don’t we care?
Now is the time to think about the poor,
Those who need the help, that aren’t even fit, and suffer from war.
A poem to think about, by
Louisa Patrick
Sunday, March 07, 2010
A Poem by Louisa
by David on Sunday, March 07, 2010
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Do you like it?
Louisa
I like it. Especially the bit about the pizza and chips. What made it write?
Uncle Dan
Because i was a bit bored, and i was eating chocolate-coated raisins, and thought that children in Africa would've never tried it before. :)
Louisa
Any comments?
Did you like it?
Louisa P
P.s Please comment
Louisa, I think you've got plenty of interesting ideas and a real concern for the poor.
John
Louisa, I have read it a half a dozen times now and I think it is brilliant. You have a lovely way with words and you express yourself beautifully.
Be careful not to stereotype Africa though as full of hungry unhappy people. The vast majority of people in Africa are well fed, happy and perfectly content with their lives.
There is poverty right under our noses in the UK as well. And I suspect the poor in the UK are more unhappy than the poor in Africa.
Yes, I do agree
Louisa
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