In the West we start the day
with breakfast, having spent
the night in a comfortable bed.
In the East they start the day hungry,
having spent the night on a dirt floor.
This can't and must not go on.
Agreed with Alison about this bizzare society, a fine poem.
Terrorist - freedom fighter? The haves call the 'others' terrorists. The have nots call themselves freedom fighters. You're right. It's about being hungry and watching those will full bellies throwing stuff away. Powerful, no holes barred poetry. love, Allie xxxx
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Jerry, I agree with what everyone has said before me and your right that is just can't go on and on. The more that people talk about it, maybe the politicians might just start listening. Wonder write my friend and thanks for sharing it. David