Tag: starvation
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The Angel in the Flak Jacket
The Angel stood tall, the flak jacket contrasting carefully his glowing, golden skin. A man caressed his clattering, carnage making machine gun, ——– a tear crept from the corner of his eye and slowly slid down his cheek. While the soldier considered the hungry endangered crowds for another kill. —– The child lay at the…
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Choices
Sifted news, we drink it in, Turning back the pages again, looking for a truth or nothing, wondering who really is there at the top, making honey pots of money out of slaves and misery. —— Is it true they’re starving? stick thin legs on children, drought bared fields, and animal carcasses, littered, rotting, stinking…
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Demons of Trafficking and Immigration.
The chubby cheeked child pressed his teary face against the cold metal box, then deeply burrowed to find the breast, that nurtured him, empty as his mother’s body struggled with starvation instead of promised salvation. ————– The pieces of silver exchanged brought her hope of a golden place; where work was to be in plenty,…
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