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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

40,000 DIE EACH DAY!

Blinded by good fortune
eyes that never see…
lost children of the universe
whose life's just cease to be…
plagued by constant famine
drinking water laced with death
body and soul left out to die
until dust is all that's left…
never known the sound of laughter
…only dying cries of pain
both mother and child just skin and bones
and will only ever know the same…
until those of life's good fortune
open up their tainted eyes…
and see the face the bears the voice
of those children as they cry…
gold mountains can't but happiness
only contentment of life's gain
as the champagne sipped, so nice and sweet…
while 40,000 die each day.

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