Sham Sympathies.
Cruising on the Caribbean Sea,
As I did last, on the Atlantic waters,
The repeat course of the line of buffets
And the heap of food that was wasted
As a privilege of paid navigation,
Hit me hard with the impoverished faces
Failing repeatedly to have access to
Something to eat once a way.
The voice of hunger surpassed
The surge of enjoyment, in a large scale.
The punching cry of poverty
Would grudge my indulgence,
Mocking at my manipulative qualms.
P.Chandrasekaran.
Wasting of food seems to be a culture there.
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