Poem by John Medendorp

Reflections on a Global Crisis under African Skies
 
Calloused feet on hardpack path,
Brick-red clay snaking through emerald oceans,
She plies survival with shouldered hoe,
Wondering idly of other worlds,
Where trying times occasion “crises,”
As though not daily specter of woe.
Where luxury of plenty prompts hoarding,
And misery trickles down unordained,
Unholy,
Cascading, crashing
Thunderously on the fragile lives
Of those who can least sustain.
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​John William Medendorp is an international development practitioner and lifelong humanitarian, devoted tooth and nail to the elimination of hunger and poverty.
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