I wasn't impressed - a poem

I wasn’t impressed
By my mother’s breast.
Her nerves were shot.
So milk there was not.
The consequences of war
do not a baby ignore.
Everyone is affected
for generations to come
And dinner might become
no more than a crumb.
Be aware and beware.

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