Making A Move

When all the scientists

Engage their ignited minds

To develop a technology

That channels to feed

The thin mouths

With excess food,

Then the expeditions to

The outer worlds

Will make sense.

Map the distance between

The food and the hungry heart,

Measure with flawless perfection

Than making a mark

On the colorful planets;

Calculate the shelf life of the

Not-yet waste grub,

Let it travel to its starving hub

Sparking priceless smiles.

This trajectory is worth

Thousand times more

Than those

Light years of

Meaningless,

Meandering miles.

Dry food, wet food

Oh! The huge Stomach

Is waiting to eat them all.

Before it reaches the garbage

For heaven's sake

Let them reach their desired place.

If you could construct towers

In every nook and corner

For the sake of communication,

You could definitely streamline

The excess to the needy

With your effort and gumption.

Every eatery, hotel

Every restaurant, motel

Every house, home,

Every city, from Haiti, Beijing

To New Jersey, Rome

Needs your help dear

Scientists and engineers

of the world to ensure

That not a morsel of food,

Not a drop of water

Be drained,

We don't have the means

You see

To let them rot and squander

Without care and empathy.

When you solve this challenge

Of this blue terrain

With your gifted Brain,

When all its famished residents

Are replete, thanks to your brilliance

Can you rest to wander

In outer space.

Else it's rather

Superfluous

Making a move

In Moon or Mars.