One less hungry village

For several months armed gangs have been diverting the relief trucks

They stop briefly in our village to refuel and urinate

Sister Margaret’s plan included a new prayer and lesson:

Action to preserve life is no sin

Now we watch, hidden, as the truck arrives

The men get out and go into the tavern

Sister Margaret quietly climbs into the truck

Emerging seconds later as the truck begins moving

Driverless, the truck rolls downhill toward the ravine

When it crashes hurry over

Take as many packages as you can carry

And run into the jungle

Inconceivably, the truck veers away from the ravine

And crashes into the school hut

Children screaming and gunfire as the men emerge

And shoot at everyone in sight

Now, one less hungry village