Where Silver Tears Do Rust
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The Children...1977
And so, the children of the world approach us with fear in their minds, hate in their hearts and hunger in their stomaches. We, the proud people of a supposed free and equal nation, cast them, our children, out of our minds. We call them a product of society and feed them from our garbage bins. We call them thief and put them to rest in a cell. We call them murderers and in turn, put them to death. And so we, the not so proud people, of a not so free and far from equal nation are called murderers by the hungry, fearful and homeless children. Thus, we are. For it is out of our own greed, self pity and ignorance that we are slowly putting all of God's children to death...
L.A.McNabb
Monday, 18 April, 1977
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
L.A.McNabb
Monday, 18 April, 1977
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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The Children...1977
The Children...1977