Food Matters
“A pill for every ill”
Til they cover every sill,
When will,
This stop?
Too many synthetics,
Too many extracts,
Buried in white powder,
My mouth burns,
And my stomach bleeds,
My energy is robbed,
And my joy slips away,
When I cannot focus on my people,
And my sun.
True,
God’s joy transcends all ills,
But he created us to thrive,
Apart from drugs,
To play in all his paint,
And laugh with the universe.
Eat,
Even clean dirt can be better,
Than the plastic covered,
Microwavable,
Sculpture of food in your pantry.