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Conscience


Cheap food is wonderful
A huge choice is nice
But somewhere in the world
Somebody pays the price.

There's  no seasonal foods now
The growing season is elastic
Thanks to hothouse culture
With poly tunnels of plastic.
(Mass produced, cosmetically perfect
Or rejected as waste.)
No more the joy of
 that first Jersey Royal taste.

The spring green salad
After winter's stodgy fare
All the greens washed
And prepared with care.
The mouth watering anticipation,
The first mouthful's crunch,
Seasonally grown vegetables
To hit the taste buds with a punch.

Supermarkets rule ok,
And growers toe the line
And the profits roll on in
So everything is fine.
The amount of foodstuffs
The rich west throws away
Could feed the starving world,
Or so the statisticians say.

But god's still in his heaven
And we mostly feed so well
So who gives a thought to those
There in starvation's hell.
Pass the butter, Walt,
I just can't wait
To get stuck in
To my overflowing plate.

Cheap food is wonderful
A huge choice is nice
But somewhere in the world
Somebody pays the price.









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