Feast Or Famine Poem by Edwina Reizer

Neither feast nor famine
should show its fickle face.
The wine for some
and for most just a trace.
A few bitter drops of bitter liquid
lapped up by their thirst
and why?
Because others must come first?

And who decides this unfair thing?
Must not be the one whose praises we sing.
And who shall stop this unfair thing?
Must not be any that call themselves King.

Neither feast nor famine
should ever be allowed.
And those that feast should hunger
and feed the starving crowd.