With what indifference We purchase a loaf of bread,

Having little concern

For the forces of nature

That make such bounty

Possible, no thought

Of labor as the grain

Is sown and harvested,

Of the milling, baking, the tired

Driver of the truck,

The grocer, the clerk, no deep

Empathy for those

In the midst of famine, for whom

Rain has forgotten to fall,

Whose long days bring at their close

No breaking of bread at all.

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