In Line at the Food Bank - Exploring Brokenness: Poetry on Pain, Anger, and Human Flaws

In Line at the Food Bank

In line at the food bank,
Taught faces looking downward,
Thinking of a time when a
Day’s work paid the bills,
Put food on the table,
Allowed for a vacation.
Dreams swallowed whole by
Ravenous corporations and
Those who give them the
Power to do anything they want.

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Poetry by Guy Farmer