Sonnet: On Wasted Food

The rotten mangoes that I threw away Are spotted by a crow by early dawn; By beak, he tastes them, flying on his way To tell his friends about the food this morn! Most birds eat almost anything they get; Yet, they must search for food all life each day; They must do this before the sun can set; ‘God feeds them daily’ – that’s what people say! In tons, food wasted can feed millions still; The heart to feed the hungry is not there; And wasted drugs can be of use to ill; Is there not space for all on ground or air? All earthlings ought to toil for food and drink; Yet grains go down the drains; food down the sink!