Where Are My Veggies?

WHERE ARE MY VEGGIES I wish I can pen a poem that sounds funny like a cartoon or raise a deafening slogan like the opposition men. But I couldn't laugh or bargain; neither could I protest nor defend when carrots challenged me at fifty and a bunch of coriander at twenty! Like a voyeur at the veggies I leer. My tongue yearned for a tasty meal. But my wallet pleaded austerity and I returned home adding a little gravity! Who turned the Green gardens into barren concrete yards? I wondered, soon we may have to learn how to eat bricks, cement and sand! Who is responsible for this sin... converting the lively Earth into a dead machine? ! Did the Mother consent to this mutation or has she changed her religion? I flinch, as much as you do wince! Can one cartoon; one newspaper column or a poem alter this situation? Can they stir up the Govt. to its senses? As an old saying held so well... 'Of what effect is Sun, chill or rain on thick-skinned oxen! ? '