Celery – “Waste Me Not” Rasta Call

Rasta celery

The world is ailing
Says Rasta celery
The system is failing
From its herby memory

There used to be carers
Throughout my time
Now there’s more bearers
Of bad news, they almost rhyme

Rusty knives thrust
Down innocent throats
Veggies flushed, in haste
Through plastic boats

So much waste
In landfills, do we
Leave a bad taste
When you swallow
A bolus of plants
Red, green or yellow?

Lives go past
Without meaning
We’re not parts
Meant for throwing

Waste not want not
Don’t turn us into rot
Eat all that you bought
Is the celery’s sobering thought

Poem and Drawing by S. Rasa Rasika

Sittam Param

Writer, poet, dramatist and former journalist. I have passion for art in all its forms hence my involvement in this portal.

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