A Clouded Plate

The reign of our food
is clouded with foes.
I won’t dig into
the cons and cheap pros
or theories that spread
like diseases and woes.
Just one simple question:
Do we care to know
and feed ourselves fully,
so good things may grow?


A Quadrille using the word “cloud” (clouded here) written for
dVerse.
Please drop by and read other poems as beautiful and diverse as their poets!

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