Publicado originalmente em amcbrittain: Thirty Thousand kids, Every night Starving, crying, Dying, While you slept. Doesn’t it anger you, knowing We have food abundance today. It’s rotting in the fields, Being tossed out by grocers, Wasted by the power elite, by business owners, Withheld by power hungry money wielders. Doesn’t it boil your blood knowing,…
via Thirty Thousand Kids Die — johncoyote
