an accounting by vagabond ©

an accounting

when children are hungry
and the only milk
is war
don’t feign surprise
or hire refugees to mop up
the blood puddle
that slowly crept home
toward your doorstep
because the bellies of children
must be filled with something
besides a lack
and if you sow suffering
then you mustn’t be baffled
by the harvest
or by the price it yields
at market
any accountant worth
their salt
will tell you this

-vagabond ©

Note: April being poetry month i wanted to challenge myself to have a poem with an accompanying piece of art for each day of the month posted here in this space… Share what you like… both online and off…



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