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Poverty, War, and Politicians

You crush them to the ground And leave them here bleeding? Suck their blood, until they breathe No more. You're worse than a monster, feeding on flesh... Morbid as death. Inhumane. Inhuman.

Who will answer to these children? You have ignored them... they are dying anyway. What about their future? You do not care... you are secured anyway. Disease of greed flows in your veins. Made you blind to reality and your own faults... Made you deaf to the cries of the people you vowed to serve... Made you mute to the things we all should have heard- And mute to the truth you should have spoken out loud. Made you numb to our pains... And made you smile with a devilish grin.

Here's the dagger... Stab us while we are looking. It does not make a difference. Money is power...power in this world is everything.

The people. Young and old. The children...the children!!! Yes. The children.

You will not be here forever. There's an end to everything. Even for you. Then rise a new beginning... But not for all of us in the NOW.

HOW DARE YOU? Inhumane. Inhuman.

(c) angeljerlin

Poem written: 15Jan2004 (Quezon City, Philippines) Photos: From my travel journal/volunteer work in the Philippines, Thailand, and Myanmar (with children, migrants, refugees, stateless indigenous/s peoples since 2002.

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