Here's a poem

I sometimes get overwhelmed by the 'need to write'.  Its not as terrible as it sounds.
Here's a little poem I wrote about food banks and peoples perceptions of them.  Its not 'Samuel Coleridge' - but its worth a read (IMHO).  People change the world.  We should find strength in that.  Hope you like it.

Fighting Hunger.

In cold March air and freezing rain.
Here they where, back again.
Two brave young souls, and their Dad,
In struggle shared, felt proud not sad.

They passed the ranks of hungry rags.
Heroically laden with generous bags.
Heaving their bounty to the front of the queue,
They blazed a blessing, on more than a few.

The clarion call, rang in the air
“Come on lads, we’re almost there”
Like rallied troops they forced the door, 
And stormed inside the Give-Away store.
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