Requiem for an Apple
Behold what
holy rage inside me roils,
The words of
anger that now boil, ready
To explode in
horror, anguish, forewarning:
In my cry hear
the silent tears of children dying!
They who not
even have the strength to say
What hunger
dull pangs of pain shoots them through
And through,
killing more for their dullness,
Thank God they
see not this blasphemy – their last nail.
For I dare not
think what they would do,
Seeing you toss
that fruit into trash,
Seeing you take
the food you cannot eat yourself,
To feed then
not the hungry, but the garbage cans.
Eat, I say, but
let others feed as well.
For while you
can, eat what to others by greed,
That monster
that is never satisfied, is denied.
For God to all
provides the abundance that is enough.
But you do not
know the abundance at your feet,
The fruit of
trees that you crush at will –
The earth that
so freely gives its gifts,
You spit on,
and litter it with its own and man’s work.
Therefore I
say: pray that the day may stay,
The terrible
day when for an apple men
Will men kill,
and for a crumb of bread
They will
crumble to the ground in sheer pain.
For this pride
the justice of God may soon
Refuse to
endure – then the fires will from
High heaven
rain to burn the trees you burn
And poison the
earth you poison: you judged yourself.
Eat then, with
grace and moderation, with
Gratitude that
of God, like the food you eat, comes.
Then will your
humanity increase, and
You from pig to
men will rise, and live.
This apple you
already wasted, but tomorrow
Will another
be, another proof your love can
Still make. Use
well the apple that from heaven
Comes, for
wherever it goes, it is there that it shall return.
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