those who scramble for food
and steal and
(as you term it) have behaved
like apes
in that human struggle to be alive
are what you see on
TV
You have judged them wrongly
Go there, in the Land of the Rubble
walk, take your time, smell the stink,
taste the mud,
do not eat for three days,
no food, no water,
no friends, no TV,
no cellphone,
no roof,
beg for a transportation facility
then come back home
Tell me then
all about it. Let us hear
if your anger will be the same
Let us see, if your judgment is
correct.
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