food shortages
planned by an entitled
elite privileged...
controlling global markets
created famine calculated maliciously...
do not believe the lie
there is no elite first world...
do not believe the lie
there is no destitute poverty third world...
because a media
con artist campaign...
brainwashed deaf into believing
slogan developing world...
what difference is dying
in dirty western cast off rags...
instead of traditional
handmade clothes...
as starvation bloated
stomach flesh melts from bones...
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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