The Morning Sandwhich

This poem is about food, or the lack of quality food. I was inspired to write this poem after a workshop in which the host organization did not provide an adequate breakfast.  The food was very poor and like they say, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I wrote this poem because it is good advice for them.

 

I always get up in the morning

For class everything arragning

What do they prepare for lunch

To eat something empty stomach

Milk is in the cup, sandwhich in the plate

My fingers started to pick and take

I don’t know what is inside the bread

Simply eating which is covered

It seems inside a scrambled egg

Tearing with their teeth and digging

Sometimes it is prepared well and good

Other times so so to fill load

Stomach started growling and moving

Is it enough what I always eating

To whom am I applying

If something is wrong in preparing

Morning sandwhich what does it look like

To serve in mass and throw it for the time

Holding a card and standing in queue

What is a boring till to receive

No back biting to tell the face

Circumstanc es must be changed for the last

I don’t imagine wait any imporovement

The way must be changed for nurishment

Tadelle M.