In all of life’s pressures, do we have room To give some attention to what we consume? Are we uneasy, alarmed, do we brood When we consider our treatment of food? Stark, in the light of nature in retreat Are we at peace with addiction to meat? The forests it fells and the gas it exhales The land it consumes and the wildlife it nails Can we imagine and fresh contemplate A healthier variety of food on our plate? A diet that’s filled with attention and care Not with anxiety, tension, a snare What if the path to good health had its start Not in the things we consume, but the heart? What if the thing that is fragile and rare Planetary health, had its best allies there? What if the medicine for Earth in distress Was firstly a humble consumption of less? What if those roots of a future that’s bright Lay in those heart-shoots of faith, hope and light?
Of all of the things that are crackers and barmy That drive me beserk and that mess with my head A biggie’s that we could feed a sizeable army With the food we could eat – that we throw out instead.
The more that you learn, the worse that it sounds It makes me quite sad, I hope you can tell Each year every family wastes seven hundred pounds That’s a second hand car! – and some choccy bars as well.
Four point five million tons, ten billion edible meals Allow me to show this in terms of a zoo It’s like three million rhinos, a shedload of seals Half a million African elephants too.
And you know what? The big thing that most makes me angry Scrap that, hopping mad! – close to irate Is that nearly a billion folk worldwide go hungry Even in Blighty it’s one out of eight.
So now that we know this, why not make a plan To waste far less nosh – and here’s a few tips: Make a list and buy only what’s needed – you can! Then turn all that leftover veg into dips.
‘Use by’ means just that, ‘best before’ is a guide Don’t forget there’s a whole lot of stuff you can freeze Get creative, and you’ll find you’re turning the tide On the scandal of food waste, try, it’s a breeze.
Wouldn’t it be fab if the amount we chucked out Got gradually whittled down to one big fat zero Then we’d have something to shout loud about And you could say, “Know what? I’m a real food hero.”