Stand on one line to register to
see the doctor. Sit and wait and wait and wait
until doctor rushes in fast talk
handing you a prescription.
Stand on another line to pay
for the visit. Walk over the
cold bus line. Wait wait wait.
Get on another line at pharmacy
to pay for prescription. Stand on
a very L O N G grocery store
line to buy something to eat.
Hurry quickly now to come home.
You have followed the straight and
narrow in this personal hell of lines.
The bottom line is minus
$100 and bread and jam for dinner.
took away spring
stole all the glory
throwing our gardens of green
into these hills of scorched grass?
dared to care
more about money
destroying everything good
forgetting earth is our only home?
is so callous
to laugh at the suffering
of the sick poor yet pretend
to believe in a loving God?
laughed at our hunger
robbing our hope
burning heaven with dry
lightning to pierce the sky.
began all these wars
making mothers cry for children
searching for their bodies
in the chaos of destruction?
the angels moan?
Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines and she has four Best of the Net nominations. Her latest titles are The Muse in Miniature and Love Poems for Michael both available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net.
The poems that follow are powerful evidence that Poetry Speaks Back to Hunger!