Needing Feeding

We edit constantly

The colors that we allow
To cross our eyes

The problems we will
Admit to

And the stomachs
Needing feeding
Whose voices we
Will choose
To hear

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

2 thoughts on “Needing Feeding”

  1. The irony is that we only allow particular colours to cross our eyes. So if we too are editing our already narrow choices we are further restricting ourselves from seeing the beauty and truth in life. This poem reminds me of when people have to choose a charity. They ask themselves “what child am I going to save today? who deserves to live?” when in reality we all deserve a chance and a full stomach. There’s more than enough to go around and yet we all believe that we never have enough.

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