Poor trays loaded with colourful food
Which decoration waters the mouths of the gluttonous guests.
In a fierce attack the bellyful big bellies
Devour whatever at hands reach,
Not out of hunger.
The seduction, they are unable to evade!
The luring bites and the wanton bulks of food
Are mermaids with fancy colours
That rhythmically dance
At the edge of minacious reefs
Within the coral oceans of the insatiate
Who valiantly dare to defy
The embarrassing threat of flatulence.
Come on, don’t you know?
This is the day of free food!
Bewildered, I watched the predators.
Nauseated with their terrifying attitude
The sight of the instantly emptied trays
Filled me with awe!
Suddenly,
They were, quickly, replaced with others
Whose far more ravishing colours and portions
Were another sacrifice introduced to the altar of voracious.
A repeated horrifying ceremony
That echoes the scene of the Hindu suttees
Who voluntarily embrace death
When proudly step into the furnace alive,
And silently stifle their fears and agonies.
Poor food, I can feel your pain!
It is doubled
When the insatiable bellies gulp massive quantities
That lose their taste when sadistically treated
Like cheap guzzled-down drinks.
Heartbroken, I have lost the joy of eating my meals;
The brutal devouring and grazing scenes
Forced rhythmic curls to my delicate guts.
The memory harbours a sentiment of scornfulness
That moves like a vicious virus
Catapulting my appetite with a chaotic mess.