the little child with innocence in his eyes trying to calm his mother down as tears keep rolling down her eyes he continues his search for food in the mud
he did found something he could share but its just one rotten potato covered in soil its crazy how he has to live with this when he has barely spent half a decade on earth
the one with money flying in his private jets throws his food away like its a trash while the same child walks miles with his mother in search of same trash
This poem is part of my One Final Truth poetry series, which is about climate change.