Plenty Denied We hear our home is plentiful, With room and food for all, Why is it then that children starve? And destructive bombs must fall? Whether Gaza now or Ireland then, It is famine by design, Though times have changed, methods evolve, Ever more vicious and malign. Children now learn the taste of ash, as smoke assails their lungs, Mothers weep, and fathers slain, and silenced are their songs. Where then is their hope to be found? Somewhere beyond their hand, It floats along the sunlit sea, And cannot reach the land.

While those in power direct the course, Never counting the human cost, To these beasts the innocent are only prey, Their own humanity now lost. Though the dead and wounded are walled in, Imprisoned by the hand of war, Voices rise up around the world, We shout and scream "No more!" We'll make ceasefire with bread and voice, With justice fierce and kind, For peace, once sown in human hearts, No tyrant can unbind. We hear our home is plentiful, With room and food for all, Why is it then that children starve? And destructive bombs must fall?

Why do children starve in a world of plenty?
Plenty Denied is a poem I have written reflecting on the inhumanity and depravity of famine, war, and the systems that let suffering persist — from Gaza to Ireland and beyond.

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