Empty bellies, empty lives,
A nation's health in silent dives.
Iron counts fall, a vitamin plea,
Malnutrition's shadow, can't you see?
From hospital wards, a grim refrain,
Food insecurity, etched in pain.
Children frail, with rickets' cruel mark,
A hidden crisis, leaving its dark.
Doctors witness, hearts heavy with dread,
The moral distress, where hope lies dead.
Prescriptions for food, a bitter pill,
In a land of plenty, stomachs stand still.
Free school meals, a lifeline to grasp,
Affordability's grip, a tightening clasp.
Supermarkets stacked, yet wallets drained,
Healthy choices, out of reach, restrained.
Supplements offered, a bitter sting,
Where dignity's feast, should take wing.
Parents go hungry, children's sake,
Food banks overflow, a desperate take.
The numbers climb, a chilling trend,
A decade's toll, with no happy end.
Scurvy and rickets, shadows of old,
In a land of riches, stories untold.
We built this castle, on sand I fear,
Where hunger's whisper, becomes a loud jeer.
Let's break the chains, of this cruel fate,
For every plate full, seals a nation's great.
So listen closely, to the doctor's plea,
For the right to health, for all to see.
Let's nourish bodies, and mend the soul,
Fill empty bellies, and make them whole.
For in a land where bounty flows,
No child should suffer, no hunger throes.
Let's rise together, with hearts alight,
And make each meal, a beacon of right.
Written by Dr Bard
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