millions suffer
without
much of less
they are full
of nothing
but hope
to get air
to breath again
to fill it up
like those
before them
and like those
that will come
after them
nobody remembers
what the rich
pay to erase
since this began
what they
do not taste
they will not crave
as what they
do not know
they will not ask
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